“Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.” C. S. Lewis

Wouldn’t it be nice if we never had to age – if we could remain children forever – if we never had to experience all the aches and pains that grown ups do?  Wouldn’t it be grand if all our worldly needs were take care of by someone else – we had no responsibility – we could simply play all day and do the things we wanted to do?

I’ve often thought of myself as the proverbial child.  The thought of growing old was never appealing. Doing childish things wasn’t a choice, it was an obligation.  In so doing, I never really did grow up.  I try finding the joy in the silly things.  I stand tall even when my weary frame is folding and shrinking.  I put on a happy face when my heart is…

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