Cherryheads and Ring pops and Twizzlers and Skittles and Sweet tarts and Pixy sticks are all that I think about these days. Besides being a loyal and committed sweet tooth, recently the taste buds on my tongue have been all-the-more been craving for extra candy and the double coated fudge and the tangy flavors under the caramelized sugar all remind me what a disco being a child was! And even though I have taken an oath against oil, fat or anything that spells with a double ‘e’ , aka cheese, my blood will always have more sugar cells than RBCs.
Its not just the candy that’s been making me tilt my head, purse my lips, arch my eyes and think ‘aw the times’, but the whole evercolorful childhood that is airtight in that locked away milk bottle of mine.
Where we never had a “bad hair day” and our all-nighters ended at 9 and where we wore all the rainbow colors plus the artists’ palette on our clothes and tried to imitate Barbie dolls and carried the accessories closet on our heads. The sunny days were spent hanging upside down on monkey bars and making innovative constructions on sandboxes and where we’d come home at the end of the day looking like we rolled over a mud field, and where we actually did some days…
Everything we did, we showed. Just like the chocolate cake on our entire face, the dirt on our clothes, the paint on our hands and muck on our legs. And how proud were we!
The stray puppy we picked up and fed made us rescuers and making instant noodles made us a chef, and nursing our dolls made us doctors. Our eyes only caught attention of anything that was either edible or fluffy and our laughter was natural, real and loud. Where we made friends as quick as eye contact and had pillow fights and jumped on the bedsprings till mom came and stopped us with her tickles.
From the swings and the rhymes, the ice lollies and the pretty pink pajamas, the pinky promises, the glow-in-the-night stars on our ceiling and the whacky nail polish frenzies, we were us. The motivational inspirational, through-provoking strategies to a healthier, happier life actually comes from the life of a child.
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