Childhood dream

Imagine groceries without barcode scanners; long lines and manual listing of sales of goods is a waste of time, money and effort.

When I was a kid, I would tell the grown-ups I wanted to be a cashier in a supermarket. It was a stupid ambition, I know. But could you blame me for loving cash and the clink-clank noise my toy cash register makes when I play with it?

Just another reminisce. Visiting childhood memories makes me wish that I was a child again — living in a world where the only complications involved were why 1+1 is equal to two and where babies came.