Remember what it was like to be a kid?
Your mum cooked your dinner and did your laundry.
You didn’t know what a bill was.
…You blissfully went to sleep in a warm bed without any consideration of how it came to be that the roof over your head was afforded.
You didn’t have a worry in the world.
This morning I got up at 4:57 am to talk to some kids on the other side of the world.
They were learning about adventurers and wanted to meet one.
I’m not going to lie, I was nervous!
I was worried that they would take one look at me and say, “but you’re not a real explorer…”
“Don’t you have a real job?”
“Why do you live in a tent when grown-ups are meant to live in nice houses?”
“You should pay someone to do something about that mop of hair on your head…”
They didn’t say any of those things.
Because kids don’t care about any of those things.
Kids haven’t had their hearts and dreams crushed.
They still believe in magic and unicorns; and in dreams and people.
They can venture into make-believe worlds where anything is possible.
They don’t mind jumping in puddles because they don’t worry about cleaning up the mess.
They live in the present.
They dream of the future.
They forget about the past.
When did we lose sight of the important things in our lives?
When did we start worrying about everything?
Why did we forget how to trust?
Why did we stop dreaming?
Peter Pan was definitely onto something good.
Yeah, we all get older, but do we really have to adult?
It’s raining outside, but I’m tired of my laptop, I’m going to go jump in puddles!