Sometimes I forget what it was like to be a kid. Sometimes memories of childhood are all that I can think about. Life was so much more fun when we didn’t have to pay bills, worry about the world killing us, or focus on trying to find a partner for life.
Money went to ice-cream, germs were everywhere and nowhere, and cooties were there to persuade us to follow other worldly pursuits (such as giving Barbie a new hairdo or making GI Joe scale the baby kitchen). Mothers reminded us to run the hot bathwater and then add bubbles, to brush our teeth and wash our face every night and to ‘leave it better than you left it.’
But then…we became adults. Oftentimes we run a bath full of cold water and don’t remember to add any bubbles. Sometimes we’re too drunk and/or lazy to brush our teeth before bed, we wear our makeup to sleep so in the morning we don’t have to apply it again, and to leave a room is to leave a trail of ruin that screams of your presence.
‘Cause that’s just how it goes. All the time. We forget to care. The ‘now’ becomes the worries about our future–how are we going to live, how are we going to survive? What happened along the way to create such disillusionment?
We forget that in order to consciously live our lives. In order to remember who we are–we need to look at the most pristine and perfect part of ourselves–the time before the world tainted us and told us what the rules were.
We need to sit down and reminiscence–because sometimes reclaiming our childhood is the only way we’re going to make it.
Post your favorite memory of your childhood. What do you remember of your unpolluted child-like wonder?
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