Poor Elmo... But are there sweets in its belly?


If you haven't regretted taking your childhood for granted then you certainly have a short memory. In pain and in joy we have all turned to the little head with a baseball cap or a pony tail, and have asked ourselves what we had then that we can't have now. Is it innocence, is it naivety? Once someone told me, "my inner child died long ago." Well, actually I don't think it's more than a kite's tail away.
Doesn't your house still keep your old memories?

Of your childish support system




Of abandoned shoes




Of flights in clear skies and fairy tales



Of helium and unrained rain



Of swings and playgrounds



Of sunny grass



Of sweets and candies



Of colorful exhales






There's this sweet nostalgia about childhood whatever it was:
happy
or sad