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?