There’s something about children.
They see the best in people.
They laugh loudly.
They play hard.
They run full speed.
They sleep hard.
They tell it like it is.
They feel things intensely.
They absorb everything around them.
They enjoy companionship.
They sing at the top of their lungs.
They are fascinated with bugs and animals.
They see the beauty in the flower of a weed.
They care about a crying child they see but don’t know.
They find humor in everything around them.
They are tickled by any kind of bathroom talk.
They love vastly.
I used to be like this. I don’t know when all of that stopped. I’m kind of sad it stopped.