Sneak peak to grown up world

This scene where my children peaked grown up men playing pool reminded me of a modern version of an old Estonian poem by Lydia Koidula in 1866 which says in my direct translation:

...Our garden near the street,
how lovely it was,
how we, kids, ran , up to our knees in the moist grass.

How we played till dusk
with flowers and grass,
and how granpa sent me by the hand to sleep inside.

How I wanted to look over the fence like him!
"Child, wait," he said. "That time shall come very soon..."

And the time came.
I saw many things on the ground and on the sea.
But nothing was as lovely as our village street...

The beautiful words of that old poem are so true. I never understood those words when I was little.

You spend your childhood trying to grow up and then look back to the vivid colors, smells, excitement, dreams and feeling of childhood with longing, because the world through the eyes of the child is a different world, a much better world.

I have tried to see that world again through the eyes of my own children, to feel that magic once again. Sometimes I succeed. :)

This poem has been turned into a song also, which you can hearhere.

And I want to say thank you for choosing my photo as a staff pick!
This is an honor!