Childhood

These two little boys were playing gun on the side of the street near my workplace.

We are all born with a good soul, a pure mind.
Away from the evil ways of the world.
Lost in our own bubble of goodness.
Happy faces making us glow in glee.
Sad faces curling our lips downwards.

Then, time happened...
Innocence started to wear off.
Compassion and empathy were mere words now.
We had grown out of our childhood, We had grown up.