I miss those days.....Extraño esos dias.

Yesterday as I was getting out from work, I had the change to stop and distract myself with something wonderful and beautiful. No, it wans't something extraordinary and outnormal, it was more than that. I saw three children playing. One of them had rollerblades on, other had a skateboard and the last one did not have anything. Two of them are brothers, the other child just a friend (I know the three children). Well, they were playing and having fun. The one who had the rollerblades on showed his brother how to do it, while the other played with his skateboard. Later they took turns to use the skateboard. The three children heard the moment when a car nearby started, they put themselves as a barrier to their "monster"...and started shotting at it with their powerful guns...you know the ones you create with your hand and fingers. The children started attacking the monster and making those "pussshhhh" "haaaaa" "pow pow" noices...they beat the monster. I bet nobody pay any atention to those children. They only expectator was me...and I remember those days when I was that young and I had no worries of any kind. Soon, I realize that I was at work...actually leaving...and I had plan many things for the next day. Print out some papers, schedule a meeting, finish up with filing papers, etc. And I got a little nostalgic, not because of me...but because of those children whos fantasy was beyond mine...they weren't worried about the tomorrow....but I know for sure that when they turn an adult age...they will and they will forget the day they were playing with the rolerblades and the skatebord....but specially the day they did beat a monster.

Ayer que estaba saliendo del trabajo tuve la oportunidad de parar y distraerme con algo maravilloso y hermoso. No, no era algo extraordinario y anormal, era mas que eso. Mire a tres niños jugar. Uno de ellos tenia patines, el otro una patineta y el ultimo nada. Dos de ellos son hermanos, el otro niño solo un amigo (conozco a los niños). Bueno, ellos estaban jugando y divirtiendose. El que tenia lso patines puestos le mostraba a su hermano como hacerlo, mientras el otro jugaba con la patineta. Despues tomaron turnos para usar la patineta. Los tres niños escucharon el momento cuando un carro encendio, se colocaron como barrera para su "moustro" ...y empezaron a dispararle con sus armas poderosas...ya saben esas que se crean con las manos y los dedos. Los niños empezaron a atacar el moustro y a hacer esos ruidos "pussshhhh" "haaaaa" "pow pow"... le ganaron al moustro. Apuesto a que nadie les presto atencion a esos niños. Su unico expectador era yo... y recorde esos dias cuando era joven y yo no tenia preocupaciones de ningun tipo. De pronto, me di cuenta que estaba en el trabajo...de salida...y ya habia planeado muchas cosas que hacer el proximo dia. Imprimir unos papeles, organizar una reunion, terminar de archivar documentos, etc. Me puse un poco nostalgica, no por mi...pero por esos niños quienes sus fantasias hivan mucho mas alla que las mias...ellos no estaban preocupados acerca de mañana....pero estoy segura que cuando se conviertan en adultos...ellos se olvidaran de el dia que estaban jugando con los patines y con la patineta...pero especialmente se olvidaran que vencieron un moustro.