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
1 comment:
Dear Ms Jane Bravo, I do not sound like a cynic because I did not get to the blogs I did not like. As I said I love adventures but you ignoring my blogs is one risk I cannot take. So Ive started with the blogs I like the most. But since you have defied and brought out the cynic in me here's what a cynic has to say after reading this piece. I think you should stop writing. Yes I feel you have to contain your thoughts. This I feel is because its unfair to a cynic like me to get writings like pixie dust after months. If you want to write you write everyday. You cant serve a starving man caviar and then leave him empty stomach for months. Me & 6 billion people who can read this blog own you now & we are demanding that you write everyday, even if it is not as great as pixie dust. A piece that makes the reader want to pick you up on his shoulder like a little girl. I guess the best thing about this one is when I read this I could only picture you as a 10 year old girl & imagined you in pony tails. You never know you might just be one. If not then carrying you will be a little difficult so stay 10.
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