You can’t go back. You can never go back.
I should have known that in choosing to throw away my childhood on living in an imaginary world, I have missed out on a lot of things. I have ignored the pop culture of the day as well as many world events. I was living in the world, but not as a part of it.
I do wish I could go back and relive my past, if but to participate in the world around me instead of hiding from it like a coward. If I went back to the time of my childhood, I wouldn’t miss my chance, but to see the world through the eyes of a child who is a part of this world.
If only I could go back and see my childhood one more time…
Prompt #26. A story about nostalgia.