For me, games were a big deal, since there was nothing to do when the weather outside was cold. Games are a huge part of any child’s life. In other words, I can never recreate those moments that I had experienced as a child. Time has not only taken my physical abilities of climbing trees and running around for long periods of time, but it has taken the thrill and pleasure out of those moments. However, if I were to go outside right now and play “Tag” or “Hide-and-seek”, I would not be as amused. In brief, no matter what I played outside, I was amused and simply entertained. With my friends, I rode my bike, climbed trees and played all sorts of whacky games best suited for the moment. Where I would wake up and sprint outside where my friends were anxiously waiting for me. I can still remember my childish routine. In spite of the time of day, most of my hours would be spent outside. As a child, I would enjoy playing outside without motif. Chicago, Illinois is the Windy City, but to me it is my hometown, my passion, and my roots.

With this in mind, I can only enjoy my childhood once, and if I don’t, time will take it away forever. However, that does not surmount the authentic pleasure of each moment as if reality were to give me the opportunity to relive those moments. Although I cannot recreate my entire childhood, I can feel and reason the value of every single moment. There were moments that I regret, but in general, it was a carefree childhood. Without doubt, my childhood reflects the most valuable and gratifying moments of my long-adventure filled sixteen years of existence on this planet. Unfortunately, time has not only robbed me of what I don’t have, it has also robbed me of what I did have my youth. In any case, there is only one deduction that comes to mind time is the cloaked thief that robs each and every one of us whether we are aware of it or not. Most importantly, I ask myself, “Why was it not as fun as last time?” As humanely as possible, I sacrifice limitless effort to relive moments that have carved the very pleasure into my life, but in turn I come to realize what time has made of me someone else. Now that I think about it, there is always an alteration that limits the recreation of enjoyment.

Neither are they reconstructed to be as fulfilling as the past. But rarely are they thrown directly in front of me to be appreciated for the sweet sensation of pleasure. Time Is a Thief Personally, for me, enjoyable opportunities come and go. (Also if possible, point out grammatical errors, syntax, awkward sentences/words and help improve sentence structure) Thank you.

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