Bringing Out the 10 Year Old

I love games! Mostly because they arouse some feeling of childishness, and I live for that feeling. They bring out that 10 year old in me that I had long left behind. Not that I can remember what I was doing at 10, but I know for a fact that at any one time, I was out there playing with my neighbors before being called in to take the dreaded 6:00pm bathe. Nothing in the world sucked as much as that moment, especially after you had played in the grass. The itching during the bathe knew no boundaries. It’s the closest you came to the word, regret, which vanished as soon as you were done with the bathe and probably catching up on the next episode of Neighbours or waiting for Fresh Price or Full House.

I even know of kids who were literally dragged from the playground to the house by their mums or house helps with no mercy. For some reason, it was just right before you were called out that the games got a little more exciting and more competitive, and then shortly came the, ‘Mercy! Unatafutwa’ (Mercy! You’re being looked for). I couldn’t wait for the next day to repeat the cycle. It was the one time in my life I actually didn’t mind routine. Routine was fun, then.

I loved the carefree nature, the kind that you didn’t care about who was around or who was watching you, or what brand you were representing. Despite our parents constant reminder that you need to behave and not embarrass them. You were just you in your untainted form. Untainted from the expectation of the world around you. From screaming to your friends from the top of your lungs, laughing till your belly hurts at nothing substancial, dirtying your clothes with the false belief that Omo, ‘hotoa madoa doa yote’ (removes all stains) and spending all day without a single worry in the world whether playing all day is a waste of time or life.

Until we started growing up and becoming more aware of the goings on. Our innocence got tainted by the world and it’s expectation on how we should behave and live, and now we’re always so conscious of our environment. Carefree is now rare, but then again, that’s what makes the journey. It’s so enjoyable when you can experience moments where you relive that state of being the carefree, happy-go-lucky 10 year old. That’s what I got earlier in the year when during a Women @ Chase event we were challenged to play musical chairs. Even if I was kicked out somewhere mid-game because I didn’t land my butt in a chair, it was such a thrill. I looking for to having more and more of this kind, to more childhood games –

Musical Chairs,

Musical Chairs, Youth

Musical Chairs, Youth

Photgraphy by Kegan King.

Challenges are what make life interesting and overcoming them is what makes life meaningful.”

Joshua J. Marine

Signing Off ~~~ *Kawi*

 

  • I can totally relate…growing up in the late 90s and 2000s was THAT fun 🙂

  • Deb

    True words. I tend to still fight against the growing up idea…but I lose that fight most of the time. To be 10 again, and have the joy on your faces on for longer than a few hours! That would be a dream come true. Greay read.