Do you remember what it was like to be a child? If you were given the choice, would you ever go back for a do-over?
Childhood was very different from this world. We were carefree and curious; the good days lasted forever; knowing ‘maybe’ and ‘we’ll see’ were grownup words, never ours.
It was a time overflowing with firsts; feeling I’m part of the magic; a time of pretending and learning, searching and finding; growing up into the best me I could be.
Childhood was all happy endings; wishing magic was real; we could watch fairies dancing; believing our beliefs; and in being so small the elves could kiss our forehead.
It was turning pumpkins to coaches, mice into horses; and nothing into everything; because every child has a fairy godmother in its soul and a grandma for a best friend.
Childhood was being knee-deep in hugs; long bedtime stories; night-night kisses, and playing cars and Legos on the floor; it was wanting to fly with Peter Pan; and knowing wishes would happen if we blew out the candles on our cake.
Everything was good, or bad, because nothing got measured in the middle; Santa was real, the tooth fairy, too; and the grey area of ‘not-so good’ wasn’t real yet, but monsters under our bed were, till Mama sent them all home to their Mamas.
Childhood was the last true age of innocence when mom and dad were the good guys; pretending was our profession; and bugs were just tiny friends; a time when puddles were for splashing, mud was for mud pies; and soap was for words we were never to say.
A High Five to Childhood.
No, I would never go back ... I think I am still there.
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Yes, Dear C.J. I do believe you really ARE "still there"!