Childhood

A dear friend of mine recently sent me this beautiful picture of her daughter. She said she looks at the picture when she needs to go to a "happy place"and said "this is what life looks like before it knocks you around."

Oh to be a kid again and not worry about the size of your thighs, the state of the world or the price of gas. To dance in the rain just for the sake of doing so.

Childhood is the world of miracle or of magic: it is as if creation rose luminously out of the night, all new and fresh and astonishing. Childhood is over the moment things are no longer astonishing. When the world gives you a feeling of "dé jà vu," when you are used to existence, you become an adult.
EUGENE IONESCO