What did you enjoy doing when you were a child?
Did you like to run and play ball in your big backyard or in the park with other kids? Did you like to colour, to play in the dirt or puddles? Did you try to run away into the nearby forest but return home in time for dinner?
I think that the age range between 8 and 11 years old is one of innocence, adventure and discovery.
This deep thought has been brought to you by page 106 in a book of daily inspirations. I think it is a good reminder for ambitious, jaded adults.
Good advice: observe babies
…except for the part about pooping in your pants.
When I was ten, I enjoyed playing in big puddles, engineering canals and small towns. I enjoyed playing with Barbie dolls, playing school with my siblings and friends. I enjoyed drawing pictures. As I matured, I had dreams of creating greeting cards or children’s books.
I didn’t care about fashion or boys. I didn’t know our family was poor. I was oblivious to the inhumanity happening in our country, in our world.
I didn’t even know I was fat until it was pointed out by a friend’s older brother.
The jerk.
Deep Blonde Thoughts 