I don't remember too much of my childhood, even though I'd like to believe it still isn't over. However, there remain a few things about it I simply can't forget. I remember the park near my house, it was too big for me; where mum used to go for her evening walk. Me and my cousins would tag along often, fascinated by the swings. There we sat on the lovely green grass and spent hours playing with tiny ladybirds. Most of the time I wondered how anything so small could be so amazingly pretty. Now I spend hours wondering where they all went. I don't see them anymore. Not even in the same park. Vanished.
It took me a while to realize the amount of time that had passed by since I had last seen a sparrow when I saw one the other day. I remember when I was small they would stop by often, bathing in a tiny pool of water, fluffing themselves clean; chirping away to glory.
I'm not going to pretend to be an environmentalist.
I'm not going to go around telling people how to behave with animals.
Extinct is a strong word. They can save it for tigers.
Yet all I'm left with is a few childhood memories and a pencil in my hand.
I'm sad; knowing I don't have a chance to relive the expired; I'd give my all to.
