That child was me

It wasn’t that same place. Heck, it wasn’t the same Dzongkhag. Still, there I was staring at a scene that was nostalgic to the point that I could feel that evening breeze on my face. Slowly, as I delved more in that scenario I stepped down and sat. Children’s laughter, inhibited and eternal echoed through my very being. I could almost see those diamond like lights shinning against the inky blue sky. My friends chasing me and I, laughing and bristling with excitement. I knew no place was more beautiful or happy than there and now. Those smiles could spark hopes, happiness and energy. It gave and it received. Gazing at those same smiles I see right now it’s so hard to believe; that child was me.