“I Was A Little Girl…..”

I Was A Little Girl…..

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“I was a little girl alone in my little world who dreamed of a little home for me.
I played pretend between the trees, and fed my houseguests bark and leaves, and laughed in my pretty bed of green.
I had a dream
That I could fly from the highest swing.
I had a dream.
Long walks in the dark through woods grown behind the park, I asked God who I'm supposed to be.
The stars smiled down on me, God answered in silent reverie. I said a prayer and fell asleep.
I had a dream.”

A classic song by Priscilla Ahn.

I often get nostalgic and emotional listening to this song. In this jet speed, maddening rush of life where all that matters is the money one takes home after a long day’s work, so that the future is safe and secure, I always wonder how good it was to be a little girl.

To not know the value of money, not understand how important education is, not bother about what’s going to happen the next day at school when the teacher caught hold of me without the homework, not understand why Mommy kept shouting at me all the time while I used to play till dark instead of studying. I don’t know but whoever said “Ignorance is bliss”, was only making one of the most true statements ever.

It was as though the world only revolved around me and I was the queen of the whole world. Life used to be so hassle free and easy going. All that mattered was my marks and percentage, that too to my parents. For me, I was the best, a born princess, above all competition and in the world of my own with some unique imaginary characters, day dreaming all the time, woken up only by my teachers in the class who caught me staring out of the window, looking at nothing.

And one moves on in life and gains all the knowledge and respect of the society, only to wonder later on….”Was it worth it?” A million dollar question. How come I am asking this question?? All our lives we were told that when we grow up, we will have a good life with education and reputation. But back then I did not know that there was something called NOSTALGIA…that I am going to miss the time when I was a little girl and craved to be a grown up pretty lady and used all my Mommy’s make up to pretend to be mature, only to be scolded by her later on.

How I wish time could just rewind!!

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