Childhood...

Oh, those days of climbing tree's, and feeling the wind against your face as you kicked your legs and higher in the swing you flew...Will I touch the sky? No fear, just a momentary moment of bliss.

Of dancing in the rain and jumping in muddy puddles, oh the wicked delight of that moment when not caring about the cost of shoes. One jumps for sheer delight.

When reaching home and warm baths and later hot cocoa as you sink into your chair in front of the fire and know that all is well in the world. A peace untainted by experience.

The excitement of facing each day as if it were going to be the best day of one's life. The Joy of the unknowing.

The smell of home cooking as you stay close to the door and wait for the sumptuous feast which will be set before you. In expectation of dessert a thrill for the tastebuds.

The thrill of racing your bike against the wind and feel it sting your face, it's coldness bringing roses in your cheeks. The Joy of laughter in the wind.

Of laying in bed as you wait with anticipation, for tomorrow will be the best day ever! The wonder of trust.

That time between childhood and womanhood when everything is possible. The exultation of hope.

Childhood-- of ladybirds and daffodils, of honeybee's and the smell of rain, of busy ants and butterflies, of sunshine days and eating cherries under the shade of a tree, of best friends and daydreams....

Now I can dance.......In my dreams I can dance....

Written by Marie