I can never forget the joyous days of my childhood, especially the summer, when all we did was swim in the river or lie on it's edge, and were certainly not bound to any time checks, it seemed that the day would never get over, it was blissful to a lateral level altogether. Life meant to be incredibly simple and unskeptical to the core, apart from a few reprimands, which we managed getting from our teachers and parents, and that indeed, was to bring in. the best of us. Nature used to be our desirable cosmopolis, as in settling down with the flaura and fauna, our observations were so microscopic, that we managed analysing bizzare things, which can be as simple as a crawling centipede or a caterpillar getting stuck, and we would either be laughing it out loud, by slowly distracting the insect with a leaf, or by observing their behaviour, and trying to be empathetic about it, and of course distracting was not a very...