Again I was distracted shortly after my earlier distraction of afternoon toast.

I hope these distractions will stop, I really do...

Those little toddlers in uniformed green and white gathered in anticipation, looking everywhere but in front, ready to sprint as the Childcare-teacher led them with a 15-second verbal countdown before setting them free to explore the wonders of the little playground, with all its glory restored by the vivid imagination of those lil' souls.

The ululations of nostalgic screaming and patter of colourful Crocs and squeaky-squeak shoes rang through the air as they challenged the balancing pole and attempted to climb the steps to an adjacent slide, only to be rewarded with the thrill of spiraling down the smooth surface giggling with sheer joy.

I would have taken pictures(now this makes me sound like a complete Paedophile) to capture the gist of the moment, of images emerging where nothing had been, only to find out it's over. But then again, what was I to do with them?

I admire the carefree lives of Children; how they can laugh and smile like every moment was a climax of their life;how they can be contented with what we so easily pass off as a dull horizontal bar three-feet off the ground to the extent that it is laughable; how easily it is for them to look at Danger and to smile right back at the face of Death; how a wail for Mummy takes away all the sadness of the world.

Sadly, we outgrow this stage, as Time robs it under our breath and put us on a conveyor belt leading towards a certain place, where Sadness and his cronies hold your hand.

We live in a sad, sad world; where the only source of comfort lies in the fact that we were all children before. The memories captured forever in our mind's eye, of images emerging where nothing had been, only to find out it's over.