- Let The Game Live -

Child mind with red apple cheeks, and brilliant eyes. Do you wish to taste my mud cake? Unclean hands, picking the first dandelion of spring. Found a stone that flashes silver - a valuable treasure Studying an anthill, a large dome-shaped pile of pine needles. Look, an earthworm, it's a friend. Scrapes and bruises on the knees doesn't matter, the blood has congealed hours ago. Climbing up a huge tree, can almost touch the moon. A child isn’t afraid to explore. Ouch, a splinter in the finger. Mom will fix it when I come home. Life doesn’t have to be complicated. Many times it is not the wound itself that needs the most care and attention.