There are times when I truly miss the awed wonder of childhood. One in particular are those magical little fairytales we were read as we fell asleep. None were very long, but they filled our imaginations. Little Cinderella and her glass slipper, or the Frog Prince's kiss, Rumpelstiltskin and his spun gold straw, and wonderful Rapunzel with her incredibly long (and strong) hair. Those stories never lose their luster, actually getting better as we grow older and tell them to the next generations. They are fun and inspiring, filled with longing and imagination.
Children have a knack for finding the wonder in whatever they are doing. How else can they sit and watch an anthill for an entire afternoon and never tire from the effort? Watching clouds is the most enjoyable when doing it with little kids who see all sorts of things scampering about in the sky, masquerading as puffy clouds. That innocent wonder somehow fades away as we grow older. That's probably why Peter Pan became an instant hit. We adults do long to somehow never grow up, never get responsible, and never ever stop flying.
If you can, take the time out to daydream with a child. There's a lot they have to offer in that respect, and it's worth remembering how to play pretend. Life doesn't have to be so overwhelmingly dreary and drab. Let out the spark of fun, and drive yourself around in a tulip with cotton ball wheels while you watch the stars play basketball with the moon. There is wonder to be found wherever you wish to look, if you'll allow it.
- M
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