a child again

I am sitting dumb with a broken leg...well almost broken listening to an awesome track i really want to dance on but...neways. Its been raining for 2 days now and the water is ankle deep in our courtyard, the so called "archi courtyard". Suddenly I hear a long "waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiittt for me. I'll make a boat, too." She rushed into my room franctically looking for a paper which was right there in front of her nose. Anyways the Boat was finally constructed and soon 23 years old 9/10 architects were shouting and dancing in the rain, playing with tiny paper boats. They all looked cuter than 3 years olds. Making thier slippers float on the water and then cursing the other one for drowning it. The rain started to slow down and almost immediately ther were loud out bursts of "pleeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaasssssssseeeeeee make it rain harder". How could he no listen to such innocent requests and soon thier prayers were answered. They splashed water and ducked from it. They ran away from wrigling worms to end up closer to another one. It was then I realized how much I miss being a kid.
The days when an hour of " A B C D " earned us hours of laughter, dirt, punches and cycle races. When feeding the stray dog was more important than eating our tiffin on time. When we used to beat up friends and then get chased by them for miles and miles, but all in a good spirit. When we used to roam around in our underwears and pretend to be mowgli. When the only way to define a person was to either call him good or bad; not egoistic or arrogant or goodhearted but boring or charming but mean.
Its boring to grow up actually. To earn independence when complications of thoughts come as a complimentary gift with it.