“Lao-huan-tong,” mother muttered under her breath, adults return to being children again.
We were standing across the street watching the carousel go round and round. There weren’t just children riding on the horses. There were adults with one hand holding onto the pole of the horses and the other waving in the air, like they’re swinging an invisible rope.
Part of me wanted to join them so bad while another part of me felt incredibly embarrassed for having such thoughts. You are an adult, act like one, mentally, I scolded at myself.
“Let’s go,” Mother said and muttered again, “Lao-huan-tong.”
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A reprimand from the mother. But, in other hands, it could be a fond wish
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I think there are somethings in life that makes this wish come true, even if it’s only temporary.
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Interesting story.
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Thanks.
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What does “Lao-huan-tong,” mean? I liked the story too.
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The meaning is italicized in the first line of the story but essentially, it means, adults acting like children.
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Ahh, that is what it means, Thank you, Yinglan.
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I believe the most interesting adults are those who never lose the joy of being children.
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I can see that. 🙂
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Nice.
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Thank you.
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I think she should get out and about without her mother sometimes and enjoy what strikes her fancy, Lao-huan-tong or not.
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Absolutely!
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