That childhood ignorance is what I miss. Where I could
afford to make petty mistakes, scrape knees, and laugh in pure bliss. Unaware
of future consequences or cold pretenses, I could live in that moment and be
happy. I knew the purest love I’d ever known then. The slightly cold bath was
so that I wasn’t burned. The hot food was to keep me nourished, never earned.
Every gift a surprises, even those I may not have deserved. Words were never
enough, so I kept mine short when around elders. Being polite got me rewarded;
speech was simple, never contorted. A sense of security where a smile was
genuine; no underlying dagger behind the
back with mistrust and malice. Then again, all of these things were there. I
was allowed to exist in my bubble because of my age, believing the world was
fair! Hateful, cold, untrusting, diabolical, and ruthless without a care! I
have money in my pocket but despite that fact; no amount in the world could buy
that childhood ignorance back.
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