I felt odd as I passed my old school building the other day. What carefree life I once had! And as if she sensed my frame of mind, a friend forwarded this SMS:

I want to go back to the time,

When "getting high" meant "on a swing".

When "drinking" meant "bournvita"

When "dad" was the only "hero"

When "love" was "mom's hug"

When "dad's shoulder" was "the highest place on earth"

When "worst enemies" were "most caring"

When the only thing that could "hurt" were "skinned knees"

When the only things "broken" were "toys"

and when "goodbyes" only meant "till tomorrow".

Boy! The last 2 lines hurt :-(