I was talking with my friend about the games we used to play,
friction car races and spinning beyblades,
not one ounce of care about reaching home late,
because those games were our life, and that's where we would stay.
We would be sad about our friend not giving us candy,
or not being invited to a mutual friend's party,
we weren't angry about playing with people from different backgrounds, because frankly-
We didn't care.
When we were young, our language was not words,
words like “aaaaah” “YAAAAY” “hahahaha” were merely sounds that were not understood as consonants,
but as emotions.
Fights were about playing hide & seek or Tag you're It,
not about who liked and commented on whose post, all that shit.
When we were young and immature,
we would get sad if our jokes were not laughed upon,
now we are sad if somebody laughs on a joke cracked by our friend.
Being children, we would angrily pout if our friend dropped our cup,
now we are angry because our friend deliberately threw the cup to break it.
This was our life,
But we had to grow up.