When we get to a, certain age (I'm thinkin', older than……...75-ish, maybe???), we start remembering, the, childhood, years, this is because, the more we age, the more we become, children, in the, psychological, sense. And, I'm pretty sure (but no absolutely though), that, due to the limited time you (I'm still NOT one of you!) have left on this, planet, you feel compelled to, recall (and then again, I wouldn't, know…).
Start remembering the, childhood, years, those were, the times of our, innocence, of the hearts of, wonder, of how we ran wild and free, through those, wheat fields without a worry or a care, how as our mothers called out to us: S~U~P~P~E~R!!!, we still, wanted to, play longer, because, our days of play, aren't, quite done yet, NOT by, a long, shot.
that tunnel to the, past...photo from online
Then came, the ADULTHOOD days and in an instant, we're, children, NO more. Something had, happened to us all, to MAKE us, lose that, childhood so innocent from before. And, many of us, can't remember, because it's, too, painful for us to…
And one day, by chance (more like FATE!), you would, stumble upon, that crying child that felt too, familiar, and, you try to, IGNORE it (no gender specifications), but, "it" kept on, crying for your, attention day and night, until, you finally, look its, way, and then, everything you'd forgotten previously, you suddenly, remembered it, like it just, happened, yesterday.
And in a sense, it did, happen, just, YESTERDAY, because, you'd become, all grown, up, JUST like, how Little Red, transformed (shapeshifted, or whatever you want to call it!) into, GRANNY R-E-D!
