It was only a couple of years ago that I was sounding like a bereaved grown up crying over the passing away of my childhood. I was missing the toys, the carefree life and the fairytale world I had left behind. People say you have a second childhood when you slip into senility. Really?
Well, I'm not there yet. Even middle age is pretty far off but guess what: I'm on a (re)visit to childhood. Yeah. You heard me right. These days I listen to Old McDonald and This old man. I re-enact that action song I learnt in standard II : I'm a little teapot, short and stout (which I actually am; not the teapot bit tho' shh!). How I love doing that "here's my handle, here's my spout..." thing. This is such fun.
Now I can buy picture-books and shop for toys (Boy! these days they come in every form imaginable). I can read stories in which cats and dogs and pachyderms are the central characters. I can watch cartoons, clap to nursery rhymes and even mimic animal noises. I can make frequent trips to the zoo too. This is absolute fun. If anybody out there wants to revisit childhood, I'd recommend having a child.
