A short poem for the little adventurer in all of us...
This reminds of the carefree childhood days,
when you ran from hill to a rolling hill,
with friends, did not care if you fell.
You gave all your best to climb the most difficults hills on a prairie.
You prided yourself for being the first one to climb and having conquered the challenge.
Your clothes got dirty but you did not care,
you got scolded by your Maa, when she sent you out to get some eggs and veggies,
but instead you got back home with the scraped elbows and knees, after the adventures day out with the buddies,
You knew in your heart that no matter what the price, you will certainly do it again.
Fast forward few years, and in this case, your won't be scolded by your Maa, but by your Mama Sitaa... ( Spanish Slang for wife)
for forgetting to shop for eggs and veggies that she sent you out for but instead,
you changed your route midway and spent the whole day, out with friends having the adventure and possibly some dirt on your clothes and the muddy jeep to prove your deed.
But as yet again, you did not care, because deep inside your heart, you knew, no matter what the price, you will certainly do it again.