How we fantasize in the childhood years, translated…
“If you want to be a part of the group, you must first, give yourselves a nickname!”, the four-eyed Batman tapped me on the shoulders, stated, the Dark Night Vampire stood by, with his hands inside his pockets, without a word. I lifted up my head, raised my eyebrows, didn’t say a single word, slowly, walked, back to my seat.
not my photo…
As the bell rung for the end of the class sessions, I’d gotten up, walked, towards them, without much facial expressions, “Lightning Skull!”, I’d cleared my throat, “Call me Lightning Skull from here on out!”
And so, being a newly transferred student, I’d found myself friends to hang with, two years before I graduated from elementary school, we’d explored every single corner of the schoolyard, taken along our eleven-year-old imaginations, we’d believed that the elephant slide would run laps before we arrived to school in the morn, and that the trees would start to sing at night, the statue of Chiang Kai-Shek would roll his eyes, that there were, the bones of dinosaurs, buried, in the ground, by the back doors of the school.
not my photograph here…
Twenty years later, in the present, there’s just endless forms, and infinite things on that to-do-list. Batman and Dracula, do you still remember, that promise you’d made to one another, to fly to the center of the galaxy, on that flying saucer?
Those, were the childish dreams, those fantasies you’d dreamed up of when you’re younger, and all of you had grown up, gone separate ways, worked in various areas of expertise, left behind, those innocent days of your childhood, where you all could just, dream of the infinite possibilities of your separate futures, man, we do grow up too fast, don’t we all???
Life, the Obstacle Course 