Monday, December 7, 2009

Children and their magical innocence.



A beauty that is so subtle and sincere is the innocence of a child. Everything amazes them, they are so curious-continuously seeking for answers on the simplest matters, naive to the world and its cruel ways. They live in their own fantasy made up world where anything is possible...


Riding unicorns is an everyday kind of thing.

Making mud pies are so much better than eating real ones.

Your tree house is your castle and you are the ruler of your backyard.

Counting stars never seems to bore you.

Juice and cookies always make you smile.

Nothing is impossible and the power of imagination has no limit- you are the ultimate super hero.

Being a child is such a beautiful experience, I cry internally (sometimes externally) for the children who are cheated out of a childhood, having to grow up too fast. I never want to grow up completely. Sometimes I wish to still be naive and believe that I am the ultimate super hero, who can battle the writing world and its difficulties. Growing up is scary and I tend to catch myself sometimes wishing to be just like Mr. Peter Pan, but then I wonder if I hadn't grown...

Would I be who I am today? Probably not. I guess growing up isn't a bad thing in any sense, my only wish is to forever have a piece of the child I used to be within me. To keep her as a souvenir, a memorable keepsake.

I'll place her in a glass vial and seal her tight.

My love for the innocent is why my heart is in the hands of YA stories, because I love seeing the young, the 'first' timers, the ones who are battling life with a cape on their back.

What about you bloggers? Do you ever miss your childhood and wish that you can be more like Mr. Pan? Have you enjoyed growing and learning, dealing with life and its difficulties? Do you try to keep a piece of that child with you?

11 comments:

Tina Lynn said...

I'm speechless. Where do you keep coming up with all these wondrous pictures.

V. S said...

photobucket :)

Jade said...

I don't miss my childhood but I look back on it fondly. I think the reason that I write YA is because when I was a teenager I felt things so deeply. Everything was a drama; everything was important. That's what I love.

Jody Hedlund said...

I loved your list! Children really do have such wonderful imaginations! That's the part of childhood I want to keep fresh!

Bethany Mattingly said...

I LOVE this post!! It's so true for me. I really like where I'm heading with my life right now and I think I'm on my way to fulfilling what I want for it. At the same time, I do wish for the days where I woke up and ran down the stairs to my dad and a breakfast that may or may not be burnt, catching lightening bugs in jars, being the princess in the barn loft waiting for my prince. I think that's why I mainly write older YA...in my books, the characters are beginning to realize the world sometimes isn't about catching lightening bugs and sun shining days.

~Ellie Kings~ said...

I've always said I wish I was 7 again. Finding comfort in the little things. Especially in my mother's arms. Wonderful list!

V. S said...

Childhood is beautiful. Thank you for all of your comments!

jdcoughlin said...

So beautiful. Such great pictures. I wasn't sure if I should read or look. And lovely post. So glad I came by!

Kelly Lyman said...

Loved this post. I don't think I would go back to my childhood, but I would go back and be a teenager again and relive my firsts. First date, first kiss, first love, the drama, no responsibility but school. Everything was heightened. This is why I write YA. However, as much as I loved my teen years, I love being a Mom. I now get to watch the light in my 3 year old eyes and watch his eyes pop when he discovers something new. As much wonder as if filled me as a child, it's better to watch your own child make discoveries about himself and the world around him. I've enjoyed reading your blog so much that I gave you an award on mine...

Mary said...

I miss my childhood for my kids sake. We had so much more freedom then. I feel like my kids are trapped in the house and backyard. I loved summer time playing all day with friends only coming home to eat and go to bed. Summers are what I remember most. School time was the worst - having to wear long pants and shoes. I hated wearing shoes.
Beautiful post - so true about children's imaginations - they come up with the darndest things.

Also thank you so much for the award. You deserved getting it and I appreciate you offering it to me.

V. S said...

Mary- You're welcome and my summer's were probably the most memorable too. Oh, and Christmas mornings.