When I was a child?
I still remember the warm laughter filling our small living room as the sun dipped below the rooftops. My parents would call me in for dinner, and we’d gather around the table, sharing stories and delicious home-cooked meals. Weekends were spent chasing fireflies in the backyard or building pillow forts in the living room, my siblings and I bursting with endless energy and delight. In that happy bubble, worries felt miles away, and every day held a new adventure. Now, as I navigate the rush of adulthood, I long to rediscover the simple joy and comforting embrace of that carefree childhood.