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CHILDHOOD BELIEFS

It’s funny how when I was a child…the tales my mind would weave. The things I thought were true…the stories I believed. How many things I heard that ended up dancing in my head. For instance…I believed my blanket kept me protected… from the monsters beneath my bed. I believed if I ate a watermelon seed.. it would grow inside me and blow up like a balloon… I believed a toad could give me warts…and there was a man living in the moon. I believed if I closed my eyes, my wishes rode on dandelion seeds I blew into the air. I believed, if my cartoons were correct, there was quicksand everywhere. But as I grew older the things I believed as a child had a tendency to change… or through knowledge, experience and wisdom…at least…to rearrange. Today I have a blend of child and adult thoughts dancing in my head… which is why I now know there are no monsters lurking beneath my bed. Why I have no trouble picking up a toad. Why I know there’s no man living in the moon. And why I still won’t swallow a watermelon seed… (I’m still uncertain about that balloon). It’s why when I walk…I’m confident I won’t find quicksand everywhere and why when I see a dandelion I’ll pick it up… close my eyes…and send wishes into the air. I guess, for me, the key to getting older…Is to learn and change and grow… while…and this comes as a relief never letting go of some of my childhood beliefs.

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