On a subdued Sunday
There was a time when I was seventeen but fervently wished that I was twenty-seven and all grown-up. But when I reached twenty-seven, there were fleeting moments when I wished that I could be that seventeen year old girl again, whose life’s canvas was all but unpainted. 
It was a fine summer day in the city when I came upon this little girl jumping up and down the trampoline doing somersaults in the air, laughing and reaching high and higher, as if having the time of her life. The sky seemed so close within reach. I was drawn towards her excitement. It was contagious. Her laughter was totally uninhibited. Oh, I did wish then.
Nice photo!
Thanks Bee Ean!
Awesome picture. Yes, I too wish sometimes I’m seventeen again – no adult worries, only pure “girls just wanna have fun” days.
Thanks Dawn
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