As it was!

The smell of trees and salt and smoke,
Of childhood days,
Of the days spent collecting seashells and writing the name on damp sand
Of watching the sky meeting the sea and the big orange ball of the sun sinking in water slowly taking away crimson color with it,
Of the days spent chasing butterflies in the park,
Of the walks on pavement holding hands of parents
Of being swung high into the air and squealing with laughter, begging for more
Of playing hide-and-seek and scared to go to vacant house because someone said it was haunted
Of delight on seeing the favourite sweet dish on dinner table,
Of taking handful of chocolates on finding a packet by chance,
Of dancing in the rain and playing with little umbrella
Of crying over scrapped knees and wounds which never hurt.
Of crayons and color books
Of running with pinwheels and kites
Of innocence and carefree giggles
Of pure love and life :-)

There are no days more full than those we go back to
-  Colum McCann, Zoli.