Back in grade school, my batchmates and I would spend our lunch times together catching earthworms especially during the rainy season. We would always wait for the lunch bell to ring and anticipate the teachers to dismiss us so that we could run out to the field and dig up holes on the wet soil. Each lunch time was always a new set of worms to catch. If we can't catch any because of the rain or because we can't find any, we always had tomorrow to look forward to. We also had grasshoppers and dragonflies to keep us company. It was during those days that we had the time of our lives.
One afternoon, I was walking through the school field and noticed that it seemed different. Different, in a sense that something was missing. I surveyed the area and noticed that the earthworms weren't there. I let a few days pass and went back to the area. They still weren't there. The days turned into weeks, then into months, but still no earthworms. In due time, it made me realize that maybe it was time for the earthworms to go. It felt kind of sad, knowing that most of us wouldn't be able to play with them anymore. I guess they had their time.
Maybe, same goes to our childhood. In one way or another, it shall soon come to pass through the progression of time.
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