I remember those days, when I was a kid....
I remember those evenings, when I used to play hide and seek....
Used to goof around,, in a beautiful surround,....

I still dream about that Garden, where we used to play, gleefully all the games, we used to slay....

I miss my childhood friends, I'm no more in touch with them, but when I see them in my dreams, I feel that I still connect with them......

Back then, we used to play, we used to fight, we used to cry, we used to laugh,
I remember everything, I remember their faces... but sometimes I wonder, do they also remember those springs,...