When I was little, I never thought of life being complicated. I don’t remember love being in the way, nor major responsibilities. I don’t recall having to shave every week, nor using deodorant. I didn’t have to learn to drive, nor did I have to become so technical.
When I was little, I just wanted to become a hero. Heroes could jump and do summersaults all day, save people from the bad guys and bring happiness to everyone around. A power ranger would have suited nicely.
When I was little, machines brought peace and guns were simple plastic devices that couldn’t harm anyone. Wars were not even a concern since I didn’t even know that “War” was a word.
When I was little, life didn’t have to be accurate, just pleasant. Drawing seemed to be a way to bring ideas to reality. It didn’t have to be technical, nor precise. It didn’t mean keeping proportions, or being symmetrical. It was just drawing.
When I was little, friends were the guys and girls who ran around you. There were no requests of friendship, just natural and un-protocoled rapport. There were no still pictures portraying who you were, but vibrant game fields describing your true personality.
When I was little, having fun meant chasing your friends and returning to your base. It didn’t have to mean messing with your mind’s internals. It didn’t mean binge drinking and it certainly didn’t mean smoking.
When I was little, friends would share a cookie with you. They wouldn’t share poison, nor would they let you get sick. They wouldn’t give you a glass of bad substances; they wouldn’t force you to take a sip. They wouldn’t share a burning stick so you could inhale the smoke, they wouldn’t even see it as a social feature.
When I was little, I was a millionaire. Just a couple of cents and I could have bought the world. There was no need for more. An ice-cream showed what a luxurious car could today. Even a simple gum would make my day happy.
When I was little, computers where a big box that could draw in colors and later spit colors on my printed paper. Computers weren’t complicated, just choose the color and click.
When I was little, liking a girl was just playing with her most of the time. It didn’t involve intimacy or sexual movements. A gorgeous body was not necessary, just rapport.
When I was little, holding hands meant extreme trust. There was no need for joining as one. Trust meant trusting you had the trust, no proof was necessary, it was blind trust, but it was true.
When I was little, life seemed vibrant, dynamic. Somehow I just recall this girl, sitting next to me, and being her friend. My parents claimed I liked her, I just didn’t know. I didn’t have words and couldn’t encapsulate my relationship in a word.
Somehow I think her name is Daniela.
Sincerely,
Reivax Onirem
