As I was walking out of the grocery the other day, I saw a mother and daughter heading for their car.
The mother walked slowly, ponderously, straight forward, a small grocery bag in each hand. The daughter, who was maybe seven, skipped, scampered and ran in joyous circles.
When does it end?
When does the un-self-conscious spontaneity of childhood end? When do we stop skipping and start plodding? What would the world be like if we could delay its departure indefinitely?
Perhaps you say: Someone has to carry the groceries.
Monday, March 19, 2007
When does it end?
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But does childhood die from a thousand tiny wounds? Or from one or two body blows to innocence?
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