Never Forgetting the Child in Me

Once I am around small kids, and by small, I mean somewhere 1/3rd of my age. I forget I have crossed my teenage and live like a kid. I am not sure if it’s a subtle thing to do, but this surprises me quite a lot. I literally enjoy those moments. One such moment arrived today.

I visited my Nani’s home, where my two cousins happen to bring the kid in me. I tried hula hoop for the first time today. I played the bow and arrow game, blew bubbles, and laughed my heart out at my own failed attempts at hula hoop and also shooting the arrows.

Kids >>>>>>

I bet my cousin, 6 in age is much better than me at the games we played today.