He was not scared of failure, so failure never touched him. When he fell down, he cried. But he always got up and tried again. And got it right on the seventh try.
He was full of questions; always seeking to find connections in the world. Everything was new and exciting- cynicism was a word he did not know.
In his world, clouds were made of candy floss, and lions gamboled with rabbits. Nobody hurt another, except in self-defense.
He was a delightful child. I miss him still. When and why did I lose touch with the child I was?
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A drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.
18 comments:
Rayna - What a wonderful way to describe childhood! You are so right that as adults, it is easy to lose contact with the children we were. That's why I think parents should treasure their children (well, they should, anyway!) and learn from them...
Oh, the bliss and delights of childhood!
Delightful drabble. We should all get back to the wonder of our inner child.
We really do need to hang onto at least some of our childhood!
I'm sure you see some of that in your own boys now.
love this--makes me nostalgic and melancholy at the same time~ :o)
I often find myself reflecting on the child that I once was . . . life seemed so much simpler and a lot more fun then.
I think sometimes we'd enjoy life more if we could hang on to a part of their inner child.
Mason
Thoughts in Progress
Now I'm all nostalgic and stuff...
I'm not quite sure whether I should thank you or bemoan you for reminding me of feeling like a kid again.
That's a great question and one we don't ask ourselves enough.
CD
BEAUTIFUL! That's the very reason I love my children so. They keep me young and I thrive in their experiences and loves and discoveries!
I tried to follow your blog, but the confirmation spam wordage didn't let me no matter how many times I requested a new word. I'm sad. *sniff*
Come and visit me!
I'll never lose touch with that little rascal. Life's too short. Enjoy it. Enjoy the innocence from your youth. ANd that young 'un may be able to teach us a thing or two.
Stephen Tremp
I agree with Clarissa...we don't ask that question enough.
Hugs
SueAnn
@ Margot- I was looking at a couple of older kids the other day, and at 10 or 11, they are already adults in their world-weary attitude. How sad is that?
I just wish I don't have to see my kids get cynical.
@ Fiona - it is blissful,isn't it?
@ Laura- thank you. And I think most of us to- it is the rest of the world that seems to think we are crazy
@ Jemi- we do, don't we?
@ Alex- my kids are still kids, but I can see time running out.
@ Leigh- we have kids at that age when they start to cross the boundary between child and whatever comes after.
@ Katheryn- life was, wasn't it? Perhaps because we were less cynical and jaded.
@ Mason- couldn't agree more
@ Melissa- try to spend some time with that kid in you.
@ Clarissa- it is a pity, isn't it?
@ Elizabeth- thank you.
I didn't even know I had word verification up. I do hope you would try again later.
@ Stephen- I was right. Most of us are in far more in touch with who we were than the general populace. And that kid can teach us quite a few tricks
@ SueAnn- sad, isn't it?
Natasha! Yes! As an ego-state therapist this is what I work with all the time. That kid isn't gone - but those ones we've ignored need to be tempted out. It's like feeding squirrels - we have to be real patient.
lovely drabble.
Coaxing a squirrel- what a lovely metaphor. And I do think admitting you want the child back is the first step towards finding the child. Or isn't it?
A drabble--and here I thought I knew everything!! LOL
Super nice story. I read it aloud to my husband this morning over our first cups of coffee and we both smiled and agreed--a neat story.
Nice to find you and your blog!
Sylvia Dickey Smith
@ Sylvia- Thank You. You really made my day by telling me it made you and your husband smile.
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