I miss the times when we were young. I miss how we looked at life with such nonchalance and how we took everyday as its own. I miss how I used to view 6pm as dinner time, 7pm as TV time, 8pm as study time, 9pm as reading time, and 10pm as bedtime. I miss how at 130pm every school day I would be looking forward to going home for lunch and watching my Art Attack Show at 3pm. How every Sunday evening at 5pm would be soccer at the void deck. How I would take 20 precious cents to the mama shop and buy a popsicle. How Friday nights were best spent by staying at home watching channel 8 movies because there was the weekend ahead. How Saturdays were the best days of the week because I could visit my grandma's house for dinner and play with my cousins. I'd like to say I appreciated the happiness out of these small things in life.

I don't know why most people wanted to grow up when they were young, because I never wanted to. I still don't.