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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