I miss those feelings as a grown-up. I miss loving a dress--not because it makes me feel thin or is a designer brand--but because the skirt flares when I twirl. And I miss being unselfconscious enough to twirl my dress in public. I miss being fascinated by the simple things in life, like rainbows and ladybugs and bubbles. I miss running just because it feels right, not because I'm worried about how much cardio I need to do. And I miss feeling like the world is a happy, safe place, and that anything that's wrong can be fixed by my parents.
That's not to say that kids don't still have problems--especially now-a-days. But even still, when you really watch kids (and I do. I always keep my eye on the kids I see, trying to learn their mannerisms and figure out what they're thinking) there's just this...youthful enthusiasm, this, zeal for life you don't see very often with adults. And when I write, I get to channel that enthusiasm on the page.
It isn't easy. I have a hard time turning off the cynical parts of my brain that have developed as I grew up. But fortunately I've found some ways to help me escape. I daydream. I listen to music. I surround myself with kid's stuff (my desk in the loft looks like Disneyland threw up all over it =D). And I feed off memories. I'm fortunate that my own memories are fairly vivid, especially from about age seven on. But I love hearing from others too.
So what about you guys. What do you remember about being a kid? Anything you miss? Anything you want to share? I'd love to read all about it in the comments.
Happy Tuesday everyone!