A Nostalgic Reflection on Childhood Playgrounds and Lost Innocence
Have you ever had a childhood that was filled with so much joy, innocence, and beauty that you yearn to return to those days? For me, the playground at Don Bosco High School in Matunga, Mumbai, was a cherished part of my childhood. Today, we explore those memories and the changes that have occurred over the years.
Do You Miss Your Childhood Playground?
Yes, I do miss my childhood playground, fondly recalling the days when I was just about 5 or 6 years old. Those memories, however, come with a mix of fondness and a tinge of regret. One specific moment that stands out was when I fell off my swing and skinned my nose. A lesson learned, I guess, about the importance of holding on tight!
A Playground of Memories
I studied at Don Bosco High School from 1955 to 1966, matriculating in March 1966. During those years, we had a wonderful playground that was uncluttered by new buildings. The area behind the main buildings and the church was free of any construction, and it was an unobstructed play zone. The compound wall was just a formality, standing at about 5 feet high, easily climbable on evenings and during holidays. We lived just across the street, and it felt like home.
But today, that playground is a distant memory. It's been replaced by newer constructions, and it serves as a stark reminder of how quickly things can change. This is what it looks like today—the stark contrast is striking, a testament to time's relentless march.
A Childhood Altered by Circumstance
While the playground has changed, my childhood also underwent a dramatic transformation long before I could fully appreciate its beauty. When my mother fell ill when I was just two years old, my life changed forever. My older sister, who was now my mother figure, took on all the responsibilities that my mother had. By the time my sister got married, I was just 10 years old, and the burden of my mother's responsibilities fell on me.
Each morning, I woke up at 6 am to prepare my own tiffin and my mother's hair care routine. After school, I washed all the clothes, cooked meals, completed my homework, and prepared dinner. I never had the luxury to play with friends because my schedule was tight, and the days seemed too short to complete everything with my small hands. As a result, I developed dark circles under my eyes that persist to this day.
Long hours and responsibilities took a toll on me, and television became a form of compensation, as it provided escape and comfort. However, this 24-hour schedule never allowed me to truly enjoy the simple pleasures that a child should.
Lessons from the Past
The child I am today is a wife, a mother, and a teacher. Time is a relentless force, and we must embrace the joy in every moment. Childhood memories, like those of a playground, are precious and fleeting. They remind us of a simpler, more innocent time that we should cherish and pass on to the next generation.
So, to all those who miss their childhood playgrounds, let's take a moment to reflect on those cherished memories and strive to live our lives with joy and gratitude, no matter how much time has passed.