Innocence

I miss looking forward to train rides so I could imagine myself surfing the waves, and hanging from handles and poles pretending to be Spiderman.

I miss playing with toy soldiers — no recoil, no regimentation, and no responsibility. Wars started when I wanted them to and the good guys will always win.

I miss puppy love, not this vicious K9 kind of romance. I remember how crushes never hurt, and how hearts healed from pain that never manifested.

I miss believing that fairytales were true stories, and superheroes existed, and how Santa would slide down my chimney only if I’m being nice. And above all, I miss believing that everything had a happy ending.

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