Once Upon A Childhood
The leaves are turning and time passes by. The sun shines warm and bright as the last of summer sparkles on the ripples of a woodland creek. There is laughter. There is debate. There are splashes and rock skips and directives given on the afternoon breeze.
They float down the river in a perfect state of childish exuberance and youthful innocence. There is nothing more than the day, the woods, water, sunshine and each other. Imagination is their greatest tool.
There are dear hearts. There are precious souls.
There is waning light and passing time.
There is peace and prosperity.
And there is joy.
So get dirty. Get wet.
Be silly and startling — satisfy the yearning for adventure, yours and theirs.
Show them genuine joy comes from real and honest play.
Put away the machines and glowing screens for one, solitary day.
Treasure the sound of them. Treasure the look of them in wild abandon.
Stop and look and really listen. And don’t forget to join them.
It’s how memories are made … unforgettable, spectacular and cherished.