Childhood

Childhood

I don’t know why everything changes when you grow up.
As a child, everything used to talk. And now everything is quiet, silent. My pillow talked to me, my sweety bag, my books, my toys used to talk to me. My room, the walls of the room, the pictures on the walls used to talk. The trees used to talk, my bicycle, my socks, my shoes used to talk.
Now all of a sudden everything is being quiet. My pillow no longer listens to my stories.
Now my books are silent. My toys don’t talk to me anymore. My doll doesn’t get angry with me anymore. She no longer cries when my bicycle falls.
Now my shoes don’t make noise when they are dirty. Now everything is quiet, everything is silent. There is silence everywhere, or there is so much noise, so much noise that nothing can be heard.