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A Little Bit of Fairy Dust
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June 15, 2011, 10:47:am
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I spent a lot of time thinking about childhood today. I envy how kids can experience the world in such a romanticized way. Everything is new, everyday is an adventure. Making up new games and ideologies to cope with a new challenge. As a kid, whenever I was lonely I would collect rocks I thought were special or make friends with trees. I had always thought that trees could hear everything you said, even if they couldn’t talk back. I would follow leaves in Autumn, thinking they’d take me to some treasure. Children have the ability to use their imagination to their full extent. I think this is because people don’t judge them. Not yet anyway. Once they grow up that unfortunately changes and they become more reluctant to allow imagination to roam free.
It’s not true when people say children are care-free. Their cares and anxieties are just different than ours. They’re more concerned with things like not knocking over their blocks or the monsters under their bed (I used to deal with this by singing to the monsters and making them my friends to protect me).
To children, their parents are perfection. They know everything and as long as they’re around, nothing bad could ever happen. The process of slowly realizing that they’re not the perfect beings they’ve always visualized is a depressing thing. Growing up.
“I’m not young enough to know everything.”
-JM Barrie
“Why can’t you fly now, mother?”
“Because I am grown up, dearest. When people grow up they forget the way.”
“Why do they forget the way?”
“Because they are no longer gay and innocent and heartless. It is only the gay and innocent and heartless who can fly.”
Mood: um..
Music: Braids
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