There comes a time when you start un-despising what you despised

Like how, at one point I used to find small kids a trifle irritating, for no fault of theirs nor mine. Not any more. No apparent reason for this change in feelings. Just happened.

Could it be because I am growing older. Could it be because I see traces of my childhood in them, because they bring back cherished memories of the safaris, the tents and the campfires, images of the animals migrating to the Serengeti, the mighty Mt Kilimanjaro, of volleyball on the white sands, of playing pirates, of exploring the caves and the ruins of forts, of 'standing' on the equator, of so much more ....


"When you look back in time,
Remember the roads you travelled,
The people you met,
The experiences you had,

And you will have just one regret,
That you cant go back and do it all over again"

-Anon

Right now what I want desperately is a Time Machine