The joys of childhood.
Its blissful moments ,that filtered our existence, sheer evidence of our vitality.

The joys of childhood.
The times when we had no cares in the world, when our present mattered, never the future.

Its remembrance still stuck in my head, like it was yesterday.
The happy times, even the sad times, brings thoughts that causes tingles to my heart, and smile to my lips.

The joys of childhood.
How time flies, but brings with it lovely memories of the past, as a souvenir.

Childhood days, more could be said of it, than that of adulthood, the sweet lullaby from its...