I am a Toys"R"Us kid. And Happy 38th Birthday, Sam.

Age. Aged. Old age.

My knees creak. My waist too thick to spin. Lesser hair. Heavyweight, heavier commitments.

Reality takes away the exuberance, responsibilities shape your demeanor, priorities compromise our choices.

'There's always a kid in there, no matter how old the man'

Is there really?

In a faraway land of unfamiliarity and bodies wrapped under warm coats...where pulsating beats worked up perspiration and evaporated against the night coldness, we all felt young once more.

The moves. The laughter. The alcohol. The smell. The closesness.

Like the fleeting display of beautiful fireworks...captivating till the last light flickered out.

All were drowned by the moment, drawn in by the euphoria that seemed eternal, and we were children again.

But Time goes on, and never comes around. I can never be young anymore.

There's always a kid in there, the one that dreams and dares.

But he will always be in there, no more out there.

Happy Birthday, Sam.