Travel back with me. Travel back to a simpler time.

A time when laughs and smiles punctuated your days and snot heavy fits of tears made appearances too.

Together, we remember grass stained denim; the battle scars from a playful park escapade.

Colour coordination must not have been invented; everybody was a muddled oversized mess of rainbow.

The sudden stampede triggered by the melodies of the ice cream truck.

Street lights cutting short the day’s excitement by defiantly turning on before a games conclusion.

The authentic sound of vinyl playing your mothers favourite songs.

Escapism at its finest, aided by RL Stine and JK Rowling.

Imagination, remember that? Turning empty bottles into rocket ships and fuelling their intergalactic travels.

 

Saturday mornings and the weekly appointment with your favourite cartoons that couldn’t be broken.

Monday morning wake up calls that spawned your adult distate of the weekends end.

Lunch boxes adorned with childhood heroes; filled with mums love and care.

Kiss chase; everybody’s favourite worst playtime pastime.

Five best friends; because one wasn’t enough!

Secrets.

Tall tales.

The symphony of the school bell signalling the end to a tortuous day of learning.

The heartbeat quickening as you hand over the report card that is bent on betraying you.

Six weeks in summer; the perfect time for a growth spurt.