So Many Questions

I remember a friend who was ranting about her son who was very much cute in his age,his mom told me that this little kid keeps on asking her a lot of question, about anything that he sees, Upon hearing her story, i am very much delighted and find the thing so interesting not because i am amazed by her mom's reaction but by this little cute trait of the child. Funny, when we were still young, we are very transparent, we open up everything that concerns us, when we're hurt, we immedietly told our parents how this young boy made fun of us, when we top some exams, we couldnt help but get rushed home and tell our parents how many stars we got from our teachers. But when we reached at the age of our adolescent years, we became hesitant, we feel its not anymore approprieate to tell all, just a little for our parents and now we have grown up, too little to tell and the rest are kept in our hearts - the home of pain, of joy, of disappontments, of heartaches, of love and of things we believe keeping them there is the safest thing to do.