A Glimpse of Childhood

Today, as I was walking down the road, a group of kids came running toward me, their white Taekwondo uniforms crisp against the afternoon sun. Their laughter echoed in the air, full of energy, full of life. As they passed through me, for a brief moment, I was transported back to my own school days. The rush of excitement, the friendships woven through shared experiences, the innocent worries of unfinished homework. Back then, life seemed simpler. The biggest dilemmas were remembering equations for a math test or finishing an assignment before the teacher called your name. There were no burdens of the future, no weight of responsibilities—just the present, lived wholeheartedly. Watching those children now, I felt a pang of longing, a quiet wish to relive those moments, to run once more with the same carefree spirit. But perhaps, the beauty of childhood lies in its fleeting nature—a time we cherish in memories, a reminder to find joy in the little things, even as we walk the roads of adulthood.