I like how children can make-believe...
It is a trick we forget as we grow older - how to make ‘believe’.
Why do we lose that super power as we grow?
When do we stop ‘believing’?
And why?
...how the socks that came alive as hand-puppets, are just socks now – not lions and tigers and bears as I once imagined. The coloured glitter powder is just that – not magical pixie dust that can make me fly. The pasta necklace is ivory-coloured, hard, hollow pasta – not elephant tusk from the jungles of Africa. Wearing Mama’s high heels and red boa will never turn me into a Rockstar... that was a long, long time ago, but I can still remember...
It was so easy to make magic before I learnt that it was all in my childish mind.
Not fair that the child in you dies so soon. And as you grow up, grow old, you forget the magic of being a child.
I wish I was ten again...
-JB
