Nico - Who are you?

One day, I woke up in the afternoon and sat down in front of my house, feeling lazy. The weather was very hot because it was summer. In front of our house, there were mango trees, almond trees, jackfruit trees, etc., so I came down to resist the heat of nature and nature, not the air conditioner.

When we arrived in front of our house, we saw children playing marbles in the shade of a tree. But they weren't playing with the stone marbles we used to play with when we were little. They were small, colorful glass marbles. It was the Thingyan holiday, so many children were playing. They were shouting "Yay-khat," "Thuy-tay," "Ath-tay," and so on. I honestly didn't understand how they were playing.

And they still deny each other.

This is the nature of children, no matter what age they are, to play any game. Their game is one of a kind. They throw colored glass marbles horizontally in a square line on the ground. As I watched, I realized that the first person to throw the ball had the right to choose. They could choose the left side or the right side.

Another method is to place colored marbles in a square drawn on the ground and draw a line, choosing the numbers P, D, T, etc. The first player to throw the ball first and shouts, “Go out.” What they mean is that if you can’t hit one of the marbles out of the circle, you can’t hit it or get it to hit you.

"To hit" means to hit him from the outside. He can also hit the other person with a bat. If the person trying to hit him with a bat fails (by stretching out his thumb and forefinger and not touching the two marbles), he simply throws the marble he didn't hit aside. The loser is out of the game.

While playing in these ways, they argue with each other. They shout and shout. Sometimes they even get into small fights.

How delicious it was to argue and argue as a child. The game was over. The next day, they played again, and it was the same person and the same person.

As I watched them play, I noticed a girl about ten years old inside the colorful glass ball circle. The reason I remembered that girl was because she was very stubborn.

"You're not stealing, you're just being a jerk."

"Don't be so mean, you short stick. Choose the left head and then say it's the right head."

"I missed the shot because a bicycle was coming, so I'll shoot again."

I looked at that little girl and smiled faintly, remembering shooting a goal when I was a child.

It's a pleasure for people who are a little younger to look back on the past. When I think back to my childhood, I feel like I'm getting younger. I can't help but feel that feeling.

No country with advanced science can achieve this with any kind of medicine. I immediately became younger.

I was playing marbles under the shade of an almond tree on the side of Pyithayar Road. When we played marbles, we played for money. If I told you that we played for money, would the kids of today laugh? The market we played in was ten paisas, and the distance was five paisas. The one who had fifty paisas (five mu) was the master.

Some days I play with fifteen or twenty balls. On such days, I have to run at a single pace so that no one can hit me or catch me. I don't dare to catch the other opponent. If I don't catch him because I'm far away, he's close, so if he hits me, he'll hit ten balls. On such days, I usually put him in the grass where it's hard for him to hit, or in the rocks where it's hard to get to.

If a guy who was angry and came to hit me fell on his back in the grass, I would hit him with a sharp blow. If I moved a little further and could not hit him, I would throw him away.

But as gamblers usually do, they lose once and win once. On winning days, they eat whatever they want, and on losing days, they are stuck. Sometimes, if there is money in Mom and Dad's pockets, they take it. Not much. It's a bit of a gamble.

One day, a girl came in to our goalie game, saying she wanted to play. She had a new goalie (a piddo) in her hand. We didn't let her in right away. What's the matter... Girls want to jump on the glass, ride on the camel, play hide and seek, or play "If you can't find the right person, you can't win"... She said she would play goalie with us now...

We all call her Pusuma.

We smiled at each other. We found a sour one...

"Do you have money?"

"Yes"

“No, Pusoo, show me the money... how much?”

"Seventy coins..."

Pusuma spread out the money she had in her hand. We were happy and prepared to start the game of golf, each thinking that we had won this money.

"It's only ten cents and five cents, isn't it?"

"Okay... If you can't reach it, don't touch it, I'll reach it myself, I won't die in one go."

"Okay... I'll play."

"I can't say it right away. I'll have to choose between P, D, and A."

"Choose... What happened?"

That day, Pusuma was at bat. Every time he picked a ball after playing a match, he would always be at bat. He would look at the balls we had thrown and then think about it and put it in a good spot.

And he often places his golf ball in places that are difficult to hit, such as between tree roots, between rocks, in grassy areas, and among fallen almond leaves. When we get angry and start hitting him, he often tries to hit it far and wide.

Another thing is that Pusu is very stubborn and stubborn.

If his goalie gets close to where we can shoot, he refuses.

"Hey... Kyaw Htwe, don't be rude."

"I... am here."

"Don't step on your heels, just the toes, and don't take a step forward with your right foot."

"I got it"

Kyaw Htwe was about to throw the ball in frustration, but as soon as he released the ball from his hand, Pusuma shouted, "You're stealing the ball."