what keeps the child in you alive ?

As i sit back one monsoon evening in my front porch watching the light drizzle of rain pouring sipping my evening tea the wind slightly touching my skin I wonder when did it all stop ? when did i stop enjoying the rain the wind the birds chirping?when did I grow up ? the daily rat race of life and the reality of surviving amidst the thousands pulling you down I realise i have grown up and am no longer the little girl in the yellow dress running around asking my mum for a 2nd slice of cake ❤️