When yu say Grow up...............

Throughout our life, we are forced to conform to societal standards, rules and etiquette. As we grow up, everything that is so great about being a child is forced out of us, so that we can be ‘grown up’ and ‘adult’ and progress in life. But why? What if that wasn’t the case? What if we were still allowed dream? What if our imaginations were used just as much as when we were little? Our imagination never dies. It is always capable of the same amount of imagination and convitcion. It is just gradually broken down in the world as we know it. Remember as a child when you truly believed you could catch the moon in your hands if you climbed the highest tree? Or you truly believed that that old tree you saw was a fairy fort?

We as adults forget the pure magic of our imagination. We are too ‘old’ and ‘mature’ to lower ourselves to such levels. But what if we were able to make adult decisions and choices, and work hard, yet act like a child when we needed to? Why is acting like a child a bad thing when children are wonderful: innocent, beautiful, everything that we adults usually are not.

What if we never lost that childish fascination and imagination and wonder and awe, what if we ran until we couldn’t catch our breath, hid behind trees to hide from the red indians which were looking for us, and climbed the tallest tree to survey our kingdom?

Why not?