When I Was Young

No matter how old we are or how many miles we’ve traveled, it can just take a scent or an old familiar meal and we are suddenly transported back home again to when we were small children. When I close my eyes, I can see my village like it was when I was young . . . so many memories.

Narrow winding paths
Golden paddy fields
Summer time
Harvest time.
Children

flying kites
running naked
climbing trees
picking fruits
playing hide-and-seek
I too.

I remember
the way it was
in my village
when I was...