I used to like running and climbing. Climbing trees were really a favourite of mine. I don't do any of these anymore. As a child it brought me delight and I revelled in it. 

I sat down few days ago, and recount a lot of things I don't do anymore. I wondered as I still do now if I just grew up or got tired.

They do say life's in stages and we will grow out of some things. Adulting is also there and it's a  whole lot . There are a lot of things one has to take care of or tend to and tree climbing just does seem like wasting time. Could it be that the affairs of life got in the way or those are just for childhood? 

I do look back in nostalgia. Things were easier, and they brought joy. 

When I see a child playing, I smile and the memories come flooding back.