To be a child again.

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Remember when the world was very close to being just you, and then just you, family, and close friends? Do you remember a time when stars were new, to you, and the world was infinite and growing bigger every day? Do you remember when life was safe because your parents were near? A blanket and a small space near or on your parents seemed like heaven. The most dangerous thing you knew was your siblings (wrongly, or uhrm, rightly). Toys were a delight, neighbor kids would arrive or vice versa, and everyone would go out and find out if someone really could lose an eye doing what had been proscribed by the big people? That time seems so far away. Politics, our jobs or conditions, terrorism, and for some of us, the single life, have become so big that we see little else.

After reading a post tonight, I am reminded of that long away time and land and those people. And perhaps more, the feelings and peace that was often known back then. I would like to bring some of that back. I think I can. It will not be created by becoming childish, I think. I do believe it can happen by becoming the parent to my own childish natures. A guided path to a safer place to be let out safely. Then again, and too, perhaps all childish should not be abandoned. A few games could be gathered, to be played with friends of a like mind or even alone. Perhaps models, glue, and paint could be purchased. Maybe a, if bigger version, bb or pellet gun could be obtained (and even used in house if I use a little of that self parenting function). But more, perhaps I can find a blanket and make a floor based chair set tent and find my own little warm fun "fort" once in a while. Perhaps I can let go of the more serious and just enjoy friends and alone time again. Yes, I think I can bring back the feelings and security, in discreet packages, once in a while.

Hey, wanna go play hide and seek? :p