'When the child was a child, it didn’t know that it was a child, everything was soulful, and all souls were one.' from 'Song of Childhood' By Peter Handke
recall your childhood when you were so unaware of being a child walking with swinging arms babbling with chatter box like a brook unencumbered by opinions, beliefs unspoiled by graces and airs unaware of age and wrinkles when everyone was treated the same open to suggestions, real and fanciful unabashedly self-centered used to be being spoilt and gushed upon tugged like puppet on adult hand strings so readily swayed by silliness and bribes yet so hard to be shifted away from this to that when tantrums popped-up to show displeasure not ashamed to ask question about difficult things never caring about the day and date never caring about being early or late when all was play, and being creative with the simplest of things. Imagining pirates and Jolly Roger. playing with lumps of wood in sandpit seeing dump trucks, and bulldozers play embellished with sound effects grins and smiles, totally absorbed. Perhaps its time to bring back the childlike love of play, joie de vie and the simple tiny-handed grasp of life showing such freedom, liberté devoid of consequences.
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