Saturday, August 29, 2009
My earliest memory of childhood is of being in church when I was 3 or 4.
I had good childhood memories. But, I was glad when it was over.
Isn’t it funny how children don’t want to stay children?
I see it in my son. He’s always imitating his mother or me. He’s climbing. Reaching. Running. Forgetting he’s only 18 months old. Oh, and he falls a lot too.
But, he always gets up and runs again.
It’s sad. Too many adults forget how to run, climb, reach, fall, and get back up again.
Maybe childhood wasn’t all bad.