Today, I felt that I wanted to be a kid again. Wanted to throw a tantrum and scream aloud to be met by doleful smiles instead of scandalised ones. Wanted to sail a paper boat and clap my hands. Wanted to lick an icecream cone with a creamy mustache. Wanted to hit somebody, and get into a fist fight. Play make-believe games all day. Shop for pink ribbons and whiskered shoes. To have someone who listens, hugs and lends me a shoulder to cry. When all the worry about tomorrow was homework.When it was alright to be just myself.