A Beautiful Glimpse

yaling

    Several days age, I strolled on the boulevard on our campus at dusk. Alongside the boulevard there was a big lawn where people always rest themselves after supper. It was just a day as normal as millions of those before, however, I was deeply moved by a sudden glimpse, which was just like a meteo suddenly flashing in front of my eyes.
    The glimpse was cast to a group of lovely children. They ran and chased for each other on the lawn merrily with the naïve laughter lingering in the air constantly. The laughter touched my deep heart and recalled my precious memories in the past. Just for a moment, I felt as if I went back to my childhood, the period of time when I was as childlike as they were. The segments of my golden years screened in my mind. I was intoxicated and I envied the children for the carefree happiness they owned, moreover, I even wanted to join them eagerly, which sounded somewhat ridiculous.
    Admittedly, I used to own this kind of happiness as well. However, as I grew older, I can seldom feel such simple pleasure as before. Maybe this is called the bittersweet growth.
    Undoubtedly, everyone has to grow up because we can no longer dwell in the bassinet as babies. The process of one’s growth was unique because of the different surroundings in which we were brought up. But however different the process of growth may be, there is one thing in common, that is the deep impression of one’s childhood. That is the initial memory of our life and it is always the most beatific time. With time goes by, we are destined to grow up and become mature, but some images stamped in childhood will never fade. I’m not a person who resists growing up, I’m just sometimes reluctant to leave my childhood too soon.
    Nevertheless, I was not a child any more, and of course kindergarten was not my place. Instead, I am in college now. So I had to wake up from the fantasy and come back to reality. There are still duty in my shoulders and hope in my heart. But the glimpse of the lovely kids will be stored in my deep soul like an eternal monument for my childlike innocence in my life.

Cinderella

I just wonder why I never wanted to go back to my childhood? Why I never thought that childhood is a period of innocence? I even couldn't remember "now". What happened to me? If anyone knows it, please kindly tell me.