I miss the past

                                   I MISS THE PAST

I miss the past. I miss the old times when children play on the street until midnight. I miss the old times when the neighboring children stay in boarding each other for just fun. I miss the old times when the children of all the buildings gather and collect candy by visiting the door. 

We complain that children are constantly playing with the phone or the tablet, but we still didn't realize that we were the ones who put the children in this situation. Today has become so bad  that we cannot trust our parents any more. In the past, we trusted people, we did not know, but now where this mistrust comes from? Now, we hear the noise of the cars, not the children's voices from the street.

We are the last generations playing on the street, and now we are just raising the generation dependent on bright screens among the concretes.