As years pass and we grow out of our childish ways we oft forget to keep close what mattered most to us during those adolescent years. The matter may have changed over the time from toys to Friday night dates and for some a pair of ice skates, others a doll that came to life in our eyes when we were young. Have we forgotten now what is was like to go to bed with no worries or fear but only dreams of what adventure we will take the next day? Adventure to Treasure Island or to Outer Space with our trusty cardboard box as our ship or shuttle.
Or how about the nights when you would stare aloof, pondering how long Christmas was away? Do we pause now and remember the nights of sheepishly waiting for Santa only to find a plethora of gifts around us the next morning, realizing that you fell asleep on the couch? Do we remember what it was like to scan the newspaper ads or the shop windows so that we knew exactly what to ask for?
How about the many letters we put our heart into thanking Santa for his Christmas flight, then trying to be nice? Do we pause to remember?
This season of time let us not forget what we once held so dear, for there are many around us that hold similar things near. Young or old, the spirit will not die, it is us that we must keep alive.
Take some time to reflect and give thanks for the cherished times, then let us all press on building what is left of our precious time. Making memories with the ones we love, and remember, take time to dream of what may be above.
I love this! It is so hard sometimes to remember what it was like to be a kid. I think it makes life a lot easier when you look at it through a child's eyes.
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