The NeiGhBouRhOOd kiDs

Was taking the lift back home after work one evening in my block and one of the kiddo who lives on the 3rd storey rushed into the lift with me after picking up a ball which he and his frenz accidentally dropped down to the ground floor.

He was panting away with heavy drops of perspiration all over his face and a soaked tee. Have seen him and his bro and their buncha frenz having a ball of time along the corridors or empty spaces near the lift landing.

Can't help thinking of the past where mi and my fellow neighbourhood kids went screaming thru the air with our childhood games.

Now that we are all grown up and some have moved away, what is left is some awkward greetings and missed memories.

The downside but inevitable part of growing up/old.