I have a weakness. For things that a full-grown adult that I am supposed to be is supposed to have gotten over by now. Cartoons, funny animations, comics, Enid Blyton mysteries...the list is rather exhaustive, I must blushingly admit :). I suppose that explains (to the many baffled people around me) why I still insist on subscribing to cartoon channels on cable tv when there are no kids living with me, why I still pick a couple of Beano/Dandy/Archie comics whenever I am at a bookstore and go snuggle in a corner and grin and giggle to myself as each page is flipped, and why when it comes to having lunch at home or at work, I would push away the serious fiction that I otherwise love, to instead reach out for a classic Enid Blyton mystery book (Five Find Outers and a Dog...yeap that's my all-time favourite) to accompany my each bite.
Of course, to say that I do not engage in the more sensible aspects of an adult life would be unfair. I do conscientiously carry out all that an adult needs to, and is expected to do...and then, when I am left on my own and all traces of adulthood I blink away into oblivion, I would escape to my own little world...in which I am once again this pig-tailed little kid who skipped more often than she walked, a skinny 7 year old who 'drove' her imaginary car to go around doing little chores for her mother, the timid baby of the family who was the 'little boss' everyone wanted to love and protect.
I suppose some of us never outgrow the best years of our lives. Even when one is forced to shift roles, from being "the protected one" to the "one who protects', a deep yearning remains within to want to return to the helpless innocence that once enveloped our lives when we were kids.
A while ago, I was looking at a picture taken when I was 3, and was lost for a few seconds in those eyes that spoke of nothing but innocent joy, in that grin on my face which knew only happy tomorrows. If I could turn back time, I would return to that moment to reclaim that innocent grin, safely lock it within an age-proof case, and drop it into the ageless hollow within my soul...so that, even when I turn into a grey-haired, feeble 70-year old, the child in me would still be grinning away wishing for endless tomorrows...
Having laid out details of my alter ego, can one wonder then, why videos such as the one below delight me to no end...:)
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Comics are the best as it coagulates visual, written, gestures, action, facial gestures, bold colours, brigh characters that always captures the attention of the brains. That is why everyone loves cartoons compared to soap operas. Ponder on what I commented and you will see the light at the end of the tunnel.
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