Do you know little Jackie Paper?
When I was a kid I always sing his song- it has an adorable melody, so much better than twinkle twinkle little star, and Mary Had a little Lamb. Truthfully, it was the only song I could sing while the organ beats innocently, because I am a tone-deaf petite girl. So ironic for I was born in a family who are musically inclined, and I was all alone exasperating to feel the song itself, pushing hardly the air from my diaphragm, and standing above a high chair to reach the notes. I followed everything my mom’s advice how to be a good singer, yet perhaps I am not really for music. What was good being a kid though? Every child has all sweet voice, hence they are exempted from all the flaws.Not just in music, it is a default that kids are freed of guilt, faults and derision. As the elders says “they are just kids they still heedless of what is right and what is wrong”. Thus,I know no one can blame Jackie for what he did.
Little Jackie Paper is one of the main character in the song Puff. Puff is a dragon and Jackie’s best friend. Like any other children song, I consider that it was amusing to have an animal friend interim like human being. But like all songs composed, it’s always been a twofold story. The meaning alters as we deserted our youthful time of life and move to a headed life. As a seven-year-old girl that time, I never asked myself why little Jackie Paper had gone and left Puff dying of solitude. All I know they are happy being best friend in the place of Honah lee.
Now, after time cultivates me, I understood the other side story that the song Puff wanted to express:
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee,
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee.
Together they would travel on a boat with billowed sail
Jackie kept a lookout perched on puffs gigantic tail,
Noble kings and princes would bow whene’r they came,
Pirate ships would lower their flag when puff roared out his name. oh!
Humanity and simplicity lives in every child’s soul. Their ignorance brought them to have many friends irrespective of physical traits. Our youthful times is the most enchanted and blissful moments of our lives, because we don’t fear the world- we are scared of bruises, but definitely we still going to do the same thing over again even it distressed us.
Children make the world mystically charming: in day spring they own the world as they twiddle in the mid street, then they become guest night of the silver moon and vie hide and seek in the shadows of trees and beneath the bushes (the beauty of darkness has never been lovely only to the eyes of children), once the rain plays its band, they make their homes a little theaters and sung at the top of their lungs, and lastly they field the world an endless sweet laughs with their buddies.
Little Jackie Paper is suchlike ordinary kids- a boy who was never scared of a dragon that is well- known written in every fairy tale books- a huge creepy animal that blows fire for a prince not to save his princess. Nevertheless, he make friend with Puff, because most of all a child never doubts anyone and only see goodness from anyone’s heart.
Dragons live forever but not so little boys
Painted wings and giant strings make way for other toys.
One sad night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more
And Puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar.
His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain,
Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane.
Without his life-long friend, puff could not be brave,
So puff that mighty dragon sadly slipped into his cave. oh!
Time flees, rosebuds bloom, seasons change, many lost and founds happened that passed by, and we are not excused in growing up. The future will always come and the toys we played, the fairytales we believe, the sun, the dewdrops, and the moon we used to love, and our buddies whom we shared our happiness, will all soon have no used on us. Enthusiasm makes us forget who we are before.
After we leave childhood there are more freedoms awaits in us, many people to meet, a lot of new knowledge is ready to discover by us, to be brief with the world has many option to give as an alternative on what we used to have when we were a child. Every place we go turn into a huge dwelling market of thoughts; and everyone readies their pocket to trade every pinchbeck grace of their lives. Candidly, we only have hundred years to live or less, nobody would like to stay in one place to live. Thus if we saw much better things it is easy for us to choose it.
Now I am afraid, because I feel now the loneliness of being left behind by people I used to be with. There is no such forever in childhood. I know what Puff felt when little Jackie Paper came no more. Woefully Jackie is not little anymore. He is now a fully grown man waiting for the best of the world, and forgetting Honahlee. Similar to all fairytales I read, the story of Puff and Jackie had also begun in once upon a time, yet the story wasn’t happy ever after, for the story is undone.
Puff is looking for a once upon another time, and many people I met are also waiting for an another time or chance- parents, best friends, wives, husbands, sons, and daughters, they are all waiting for many little Jackie Paper who forgot to come back nor give a single visit. They are waiting for every dawn and are still roused in twilight, their wan and gaunt faces flushes in every old window busily looking somewhere far away; wanting to hear again the footsteps out of the wooden door of people who leave them and curious on what they found on a big wide world.
When things turned messed up we all wish to be a child again and the only solution is to go back from where we leave.
Now I asked you are you little Jackie Paper? Or are you Puff?