Children. They are so young, so full of imagination and life. So gullible. They grow up believing that their life and is much like others' lives.
Have you ever seen a child living in poverty? Dirty clothes, dirty faces, broken teeth.
I remember seeing children such as these in Guatemala. They come from very large families and just begged to be held, to be smiled at, to have human touch. A hair tie was a prized possession.
I cringe at some American children: fat, greedy, selfish, taking all they have for granted. Never having enough- always wanting the next big thing. Please? Thank you?
It seems to rare to see kids in a neighborhood getting together and playing imaginary games until the sun goes down. Where has the wonder gone? Do children now have too much to appreciate life itself?
I believe the outdoors are where children can learn and grow the most. Seeing the children of Guatemala playing outside and having a blast made me miss my childhood.
I always joke with my parents and complain about how I hardly had any toys as a kid. I say I just played with the kittens on the farm. In all honesty though- when I later found I had Barbies, they weren't that cool- I stayed outside because I enjoyed it. I'd make a house out of metal scraps or practice obedience training on our dog. I'd ride my bike to the neighbors and crick stomp. Life was good.
At school, when I was younger, recess was always looked forward to. Soups made of leaves, rocks and sticks, swinging around the poles, digging up "fossils," being the "prettiest unicorn," tag, Boys vs. Girls. I remember using my one year of judo training on a boy and making him cry. Those were the days.
"The secret of genius is to carry the spirit of childhood into maturity."