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Friday, June 09, 2006
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There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again. ~Elizabeth Lawrence
If I had three wishes from a genie that I read about in Aladdin when I was a child, curled up comfortably in my cushioned chair, snuggling a teddy bear (hey that ryhmes!), I know what one wish would be.
I would wish that I was that child again.
I would wish that I could sink back into my fluffy bed with a sticky fist grasping a tooth-rotter and a picture book in my other hand. And I would lick my lolli and clumsily plop upsidedown on the bed, my feet jiggling above my tweety-bird pillow and 'The Lion King' propped up at the end of the bed. Then I would stretch languidly out with the rays of the sun gently caressing my toes and I don't worry about the ultraviolet rays giving me skin cancer. It's 10 am on a Sunday and I'm not worrying about not studying for my chemistry/biology/etc. tests that I have the next day or the next week. My father is in the midst of settling his income tax but I don't know about that, neither do I care how much money I have in my little green piggy that sits on my bedside table, because I get as much amusement and delight with finding a $1000 bill as I do finding my barbie doll which I mistakenly dropped behind my bed.
They say that 'ignorance is bliss'.
Who's they? Who are the people who shape what we should do, how we should live, what we should wear, what we should eat, what sort of house we should live in, who we should be?
If I was that ignorant child again, I would not even begin to think about it.
But really? What I miss most about being a child, is the simplicity of life. Maybe our parents were concerned over many things; over their work, over electricity bills, over health, but in the midst of this, my main concern was my teddy bear's eye popping out. We had no qualms about what our future held for us; what we should be when we grew up; what sort of income we would earn in years to come. The furthest we saw into the future was that night, and how many minutes more we could earn before being chased off to bed.
No excessive worrying about the day that was to come, nor about the day that had just passed. No fretting about marks that we could score in the coming exam, or marks that we could have scored in yesterday's chemistry test.
Just the toy, your friends and you.
When we were kids, midnight feasts (during sleepovers) were really at midnight. Midnight seemed far away, a 'grown-up' hour; the bewitching hour as mentioned in the BFG. Once a year, we stayed up until midnight, to lay out the red carpet for the new year, and we were so proud of it. Not like now, when midnight is the hour that we finally pack our books away, or just begin to struggle through countless sums of trigonometry. Not like now, when our 'midnight' feasts are at three o'clock, and are eaten while watching a movie; half distractedly, as a snack. When we were six, midnight feasts was the jewel in the crown; the magical hour, where we would hide food under the bed, and hope that our parents would not discover them. At midnight, when the alarm clock rang, we would excitedly pull out the snacks and sit in a circle to bicker over who had snatched the biggest chip. All this, while we were in trepedition, afraid that our hushed cries would wake the parents. When we were done, we would snuggle into bed (squashed), the one time we forgot to brush our teeth - a crime in those days.
Now, though the years that have passed can be counted on our fingers, we've changed. Our entire lives have spun around like the Earth in a frenzy.
Now, we worry about things that our child-like selves saw to be stupid, a waste of time, and downright amusing. After all, who cares about work when there were toys to be played with?
Yet the ironic thing is that we see children who run around screaming and yodelling as noisy, immature babies who don't know any better.
But now I'm thinking, who's more immature? Us, or them? George Bush or Baby Bounty?
[ T-ray* ] blogged @ 4:10 AM
