Flash back of childhood

My mother uploaded an old picture of me in facebook of when I was four and the first comment posted read, "Is that you younger son? He looks adorable." After reading this comment I started laughing and looked at the photo closely. I did look like a small arrogant boy. In the photo,  I am wearing my elementary school's uniform with a flower in my hand and an annoyed look on my face. I do not remember taking this picture but it must have been one of those lousy mornings when I was forced out of bed and rushed to the school bus with a water bottle around my neck and yes, crying my eyes out.  This picture helps me add bits and pieces to the vague image of my childhood that I have in my mind. Invading my neighbour's backyard with my best friends, climbing on the fruit trees and eating all the ripe fruits secretly was what I was best at, and my friends loved me for those 'qualities' that I possessed. My short mohawk that my brothers coaxed me to make and the jersey that I used to wear led the girls of my class to call me bhai (little brother).  I can see the impatience in the small face that I am looking at and it makes me smile as I remember how much I hated waiting. Once, I poured boiling broth on myself when I tried to taste some because I was too impatient to wait for my mother to pour it into a bowl. This photo reminds me of piggy rides on my father's back and falling asleep in my mother's arms. The biggest fear I had was that my older brothers would get a larger slice of cake or that my friends would paint a beetle in my absence. This photo makes me envious of the little carefree girl in it.