The World is A Playground

The best part about being a child is that you are expected to be childish and childlike. Playing is an activity that your life actually depended on. Today, when I see a playground with kids having fun, I have my pangs of jealousy and longing. Not that I can’t go down a slide, the problem being I care too much of the perceptions outside!

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