Fifty Eight / Midlife Crisis (?)

I covered the National Level World Children's Day that took place yesterday at Putrajaya. Wife to Prime Minister, Rosmah Mansor officiated the event. Yeah. Her. She. Haha. I was actually looking forward to meet her. And when I did, I thought, she's not so bad, after all. I've never really encountered her existence before this. But whatever lah, I don't never really cared anyway.

 

And then the event started. I swear to God, it churns the inner child in me, I almost cried. All the games they played, the theatre they played, the songs they sang, it all reminds me of my beautiful childhood. I had an awesome childhood.

 

No kid.

 

When I was little, my brother Iman and I, we were inseparable. He was my best friend. Still is, though! And I was the garang boy-girl who panjat pokok jatuh and laugh it out and things alike. Once, we used to play hide and seek, he actually climbed the pipe outside my room, up to the second floor hoping I wouldn't see him.

 

And I didn't.

 

When it comes to my girly side, I WILL MAKE HIM DO IT TOO. Like tea party and things like that. Hah. We had fun ok. You boys who tak layan your sisters main tea party, you guys missed a lot!

 

Amazing boy he is. Boring lah dah tua. We have new commitments, priorities, workloads. So many things to think about. I wish I was five, where I don't have to think about anything but myself, and fun.

 

Iman and I, around 20 years ago.

 

I want my childhood back. I really do.