I remember my childhood as a place of games. I spent hours and hours playing. I didn't know boredom because I didn't have time to be bored. Something similar happens to me today. There are so many wonderful things that I don't have time to get bored.
Although my mother always bought me toys, she was a business employee, she worked long hours, there were also the other toys, the ones that I made for myself. Boats, ships, trucks, scenarios that took up the entire table to play little soldiers. A time that is already here. That it will hardly be repeated again. Today the kids have other entertainment and it's not bad.

Each generation builds its hell and its amusement parks. But it still causes a certain nausea, a certain abyss, to look over your shoulder and accept that the world in which you grew up no longer exists. Is another one. Other.

With the excuse of being a father, sometimes I go back to making chiches. Circuses, worlds for dinosaurs, houses for dolls, and today I returned, after more than 30 years, to make a spaceship. Try to be Robotech's ship. In my youth I had built a fleet of more than 10 ships. We conquered the entire universe, obviously, planet by planet.

Today, that I am close to 50 years old, I understand that I had a childhood I miss. With quilombos, like everyone else. But with all the imagination and joy of playing. And a mother who was a sun.
I think age has nothing to do with aging. You get old when you get bored. When he doesn't know that he lives in a wonderful world, as long as we don't stop playing it will be very difficult to become an old fool.