Come Back Again
Come back again Let it pain While the rain drops Scatter over insane We meet at the same lane Where no one looks At our eyes for each other Where no one takes Away our silence that talks to one another Come back again I promise won't ask you to stay Won't ask questions that mess up the way We dress up for the play And pretend all day I keep listening whatever you have to say I keep failing to understand And you keep explaining it on demand *pics courtesy - Pinterest Profile - Catarina Teixeira
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"THE LAW OF THE LITTLE"
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I HAPPENED TO BE AROUND A COUPLE OF KIDS RECENTLY WHICH BROUGHT BACK MANY LOST MEMORIES OF CHILDHOOD. AS I HAVE GROWN OLDER I HAVE FORGOTTEN SO MANY RULES & REGULATIONS I ONCE FOLLOWED RELIGIOUSLY, AND I AM SURE YOU HAVE TOO. I MUST SAY THAT I HAVE LEARNED MORE ABOUT LAWS AND RULES FROM THESE KIDS IN THE PAST FEW DAYS THAN I HAVE LEARNED IN YEARS. LET ME SHARE SOME OBSERVATIONS.
ONCE I GOT A CHANCE TO OBSERVE A HEATED CONVERSATION BETWEEN A FIVE-YEAR OLD, ANNE, AND HER FIVE YEAR OLD COUSIN SANDY. THEY WERE PLAYING TOGETHER. THINGS WERE GOING FINE. SANDY HAPPENED TO HAVE A POCKET FULL OF CANDY. ANNE DIDNT.
ANNE ASKED SANDY FOR A PIECE.
SANDY SAID NO.
ANNE TRIED AGAIN, AND WAS AGAIN REFUSED. IT WAS ON THE THIRD TRY THAT ANNE MADE HER THREAT.
"IF YOU DON'T GIVE ME SOME CANDY, YOU ARE NOT MY COUSIN ANYMORE"
AND THERE IT WAS. I HAD FORGOTTEN ONE OF THE GREATEST ASPECTS OF CHILDHOOD. IT WAS PURE, IT WAS SIMPLE, AND IT WAS BEING ENACTED RIGHT BEFORE ME.
THE LAWS THAT GOVERN THE LITTLE.
AS SILLY AS 'YOU ARE NOT MY COUSIN ANYMORE' SOUNDS TO ADULTS, TO A FIVE-YEAR-OLD, ITS SERIOUS BUSINESS.
AT FIVE YEARS OLD, YOU CAN HAVE YOUR COUSINHOOD ANNULLED VERBALLY!
IT WAS A VALID THREAT, AND IT WORKED! SANDY COUGHED UP SOME CANDY, REAL QUICK.
YOU CAN'T HELP BUT ADMIRE THE SIMPLICITY OF THE KIDDIE LEGAL SYSTEM. NO LAWYERS, NO PAPERWORK. JUST WORDS. YET SO MANY LEGAL AREAS ARE COVERED.
INSURANCE. INSURANCE WAS BIG BACK THEN, I REMEMBER.
YOU'RE PLAYING STICKBALL AND YOU'VE GOT A NEW BALL THAT COST YOU A DOLLAR TWENTY-FIVE.
BEFORE THE GAME STARTS YOU MAKE AN ANNOUNCEMENT.
"CHIPS ON THE BALL EVERYBODY."
BINGO! YOU JUST BOUGHT INSURANCE. NOW, IF SOMEONE LOSES THAT BALL, HITS IT ON THE ROOF, THROWS IT DOWN A SEWER, YOU'RE COVERED. THAT PERSON IS RESPONSIBLE FOR REIMBURSING YOU.
YOU CALLED CHIPS. THAT WAS INSURANCE.
"DIBS" ON THE OTHER HAND, WAS HOW YOU STAKED YOUR CLAIM TO SOMETHING THAT WASNT YOUR'S YET.
DAD'S DRIVING TO THE HARDWARE STORE. HE ASKS IF YOU AND YOUR BROTHER WANT TO COME ALONG. WITHOUT WASTING A PRECIOUS SECOND, YOU SHOUT!
"DIBS ON THE FRONT SEAT!"
NOW YOU CAN TAKE YOUR SWEET TIME GETTING TO THE CAR. YOU WANTED A CERTAIN PIECE OF REAL ESTATE, AND "DIBS" WAS YOUR DOWN PAYMENT.
"DIBS" COULD BE TRICKY, THOUGH, LIKE WITH ANY LEGAL CONTRACT, YOU HAD TO BE GUARD AGAINST THE LOOPHOLES. AT ANY MOMENT, YOUR BROTHER COULD SHOUT:
"DIBS ON THE FRONT SEAT... ON THE WAY BACK."
IT WAS A SIMPLE SYSTEM. BUT YOU HAD TO KNOW ALL THE INS AND OUTS, OTHERWISE YOU COULD END UP IN THE BACKSEAT, SITTING ON THE HUMP UNTIL YOU HAD YOUR OWN CAR.
LET'S NOT FORGET "NO BACKSIES." NO BACKSIES WAS THE VERBAL BINDING OF A DEAL.
YOU WANT YOU'R FRIEND'S TUNA SANDWICH AND TALK HIM INTO TRADING IT FOR YOUR BANANA. YOU MAKE THE EXCHANGE. AS HE HANDS IT TO YOU, YOU SAY IT TO HIS FACE:
"NO BACKSIES."
SECONDS LATER, HE REALIZES THAT THE BANANA IS BRUISED AND HE'S MADE A HORRIBLE MISTAKE. HE WANTS HIS TUNA SANDWICH BACK.
TOO LATE!
YOU HAVE A BINDING CONTRACT: NO BACKSIES.
THE BOY CRIES.
OH, IF ONLY WE HAVE THE SAME SYSTEM AMONG THE ADULTS. SIMPLE, PURE AND CHEAP.
OF COURSE, ONCE YOU BECOME AND ADULT, YOU REALIZE THE NECESSITY OF OUR COMPLICATED LEGAL SYSTEM. YES, IT'D BE NICE TO GET RID OF ALL THE RED TAPE, BUT THINK OF HOW HIGH THE DIVORCE RATE WOULD BE IF AT ALL IT TOOK WAS:
HUSBAND: "YOU'RE NOT MY WIFE ANYMORE."
WIFE: "DIBS ON ALL YOUR MONEY."