I Miss Those Times

... when there were only a few houses back in my hometown
... when everybody in the neighborhood knew everyone, including their pets

... when play means running around, climbing trees, play house, hide and seek

... when fresh milk was delivered right from the cow/carabao to our doorstep

... when we could just pick our vegetables and fruits right there in the backyard, not in supermarkets
... when there were more trees to climb and grass to lie on

... when sweets and treats costs only a cent or even less

... when the only expense we had to worry about was recess or lunch money

... when every pain can be cured with an ice cream or a chocolate or a cake

... when every birthday is an eager anticipation towards adulthood

... when we could wear our hair in pigtails and it would look cute on us

... when we could wear any outfit and still get away with it

... when we could eat whatever we want and not worry about my waistline or my weight

... when writing to someone means we have to use a pen and a paper and send it to the Post (and pray it won't get lost)

... when songs were not only nice to hear, but the lyrics made sense and the words were not vulgar

... when we could go about our days and sleep the night away without worrying for our safety

... when the world was not polluted and dirty and destructed

... when nations were not corrupted and nobody was at war

... when people were healthy and happy and lived a long life

... when the sun is glorious, the rain is fun and a rainbow is magical

... when little girls could kiss little boys and it's the little boys who end up crying

... when we didn't know what falling in-love and heartbreak and heartache was 

... when I would just close my eyes and I'd fall into a peaceful sleep

I miss those times...