Memoirs of an innocent childhood

The smack of the ball on ma hand...the echo of Marco polo....the crawling under cars to get da ball...da fights with that grouch on da second floor...da faces...da enthralling hum of kabaddi...the thrill of running all over the building...da pounding heart after ringing da doorbell n runnin away...da thud of ma head on da bricks...the laughter at mimicking teachers...da fights over who cheated...the pot parties...the 5 rs potato wafers...the sand castles...the dances...the doll houses...the wide eyed wonder.... da waitin 2 not ne da youngest...the struggle to go under the rope...the skipping distractions...the lame attempts at statue...the clink of pebbles whille playin hopscotch...the wiggling under a car to get da ball...the releasing cycle rides...da hours spent on the video games...da naivette...da smile that reached da eyes...da brushing off the dust after being run over by a bike 2 go and play...da kho's n sakli's..da misplaced kicks while "trying" to play football...da stretch of the hand to connect wid da shuttle cock...the giggles...the jumps of the jungle gym...the leaps of the school tank...da runnin 2 1A to meet frnds...da bear books...the search word puzzle competitions wid mom...the tinkle fights... the unconditional love....the late nights seein zee horror show...da sleepwalking outside da house...da memoirs of a childhood still incomplete...walking with a spring in da step, twinkling eyes and an offkey song with mixed up lyrics o ma lips....some of it still remains da same...but da innocence only reflected in another child's eyes.