15/40 LCK The Joy of Playfulness

But all of a sudden my face vanished and it
wasn’t my face at all. My vision of my own childhood passed away as
quickly as it came. My own playful spirit vanished too. Just a vapor
for a moment extinguished by adult realities.

I miss that little child
in me.

I miss those playful moments when the most serious thought I had
was to successfully slip away from my own shadow.

I think I understand
why adults look so longingly at children at play and why children
absolutely never look the same way at adults who are busy working. I
think children understand something the rest of us adults don’t.

Love,

Larry.