Musings around elements abundant in childhood

Last Sunday my 6 year old niece had come home but I could spend only little time with her since I was occupied. I was thinking about that and realised not only I missed playing with her, but also how I so badly miss being a child, at least some elements of it.

It’s not the carelessness and lack of pressure, I like that about getting old.

But other things.

the picture I could have taken ‘)

I miss how it was common for others to explicitly express that they love you, through touch and words and other gestures. I miss how easy it was for you to say tell someone that you love them, want them around, miss them, throw mild tantrums while doing so and skip the labels all along. I miss how easy it was to walk up and hug people and get them to play with you if you were having a bad day. I miss being extremely excited about things and sharing with people around without the fear of it being deemed irrelevant.

I miss how people cut you slack without making a big deal out of it.

I miss the act of expression, the ease and effortlessness around it.