Being a kid

It's 7 am and I am sitting here at my desk at home doing what I do most mornings, reading emails and catching up on the news. My home office is nothing more than a mahogany desk in front of the dining room window. I am not complaining because I have an incredible view of the sunrise. Sitting here in the morning watching another golden day open up before me is inspiring. The school playground faces my home where I get to hear the playful sounds of children running and playing though out the day.

Another Saturday morning and any time now the SUV's and mini vans will be arriving with children, ready for a full morning of soccer and T-ball. The air will be full of yelling and cheering parents encouraging their sons and daughters on to victory. Hoping they will be the one to win the game. The sound of whistles blowing and hands clapping will bring the day to an end. Some will leave excited and smiling for their moment of victory and others will need their tears wiped away while the promise of an ice cream to ease the pain.

I catch myself smiling and even giggling sometimes when I hear a child laugh. It reminds me of the simpler times of my life, when childhood meant nothing more than hanging out with my friends and finding fun things to do. No worries other than being home when the street lights came on. I miss the days of my youth and wish I had not taken them for granted.

If I could tell the children of today, they should enjoy being a kid and don't wish to grow up so fast. Your days as a child are so short compared to the life you must lead as an adult. Run, jump, laugh, and be silly every chance you can, for time is a thief there to steal your youth away. Don't abandon the child within your heart for that is what keeps you young.