Out In Town

Dia del Niño

It was a long time ago, about ten years, that I realized how good children do have it: they get up, eat, play, eat again, play some more, sleep and do the same thing all over again the following day. However, it is until now that as I reminisce on the years already gone, I wish to go back. This morning as I woke up and went about my daily routine -- take a shower while listening to Latino 96.3 FM, trying different sets of clothes while watching Primero Noticias on Galavision, shaving, fixing my hair and lastly eating breakfast while listening to my horoscope and the yoga motto of the day -- I listened to the news correspondent from Mexico talk about El dia del Niño, Children’s Day, and I remembered how I used to celebrate those days back in Mexico. Man, to be a kid again! I remember that my parents, uncles and/or grandmothers would get us toys and we would go out and play ... obviously showing off our new toys. I remember playing with my Thundercats and He-Man action figures, my marbles, my big aluminum airplane, my jeep truck, my wrestlers, my hotwheels and my playmobile toys. I know where my toys are, I know where most of them ended up ... but where did the kid that used to play with them end up? What happens to us as we grow up? Is that kid really gone for ever, if he is not as I suspect, then why do I miss him? How do I get in touch with him and how do I bring that natural joy show up more often? Oh, to be a kid again.

posted by Guerrero Azteca @ 11:36 AM