There is nothing more magical and innocent than childhood. The time where anything is possible. Everything is good, because you have not yet learnt that there are 'bad' things. The world revolves around sleep, food, playtime, toys and cartoons (sounds very similar to how my cats live - minus the cartoons). You can be a princess, a unicorn, a ballerina or a fairy whenever you fancy (or a fireman or a policeman or whatever else boys want to be - I have no clue?). The world is full of whimsy, magic and imagination.
Imagine if we could carry this with us as we grow older, or better yet stay in this place forever. If we didn't ever have to get jobs and work, but instead could sit and play with playdough and lego all day. Or live in a castle made of cardboard. Do you know how much fun that would be? I do. It would be awesome.
The sad part about growing up is not losing our toys. I think the sad part is we lose our innocence and worse still we somehow along the way lose our imagination. Maybe we don't completely lose it, but we don't use it as often as we used to. Instead of spending many waking hours dreaming up a world where we are travelling across the ocean escaping pirates, our imaginary world is moved to the few hours when we are asleep. I for one only ever remember small parts of my dreams now and they have been replaced with much more practical scenarios rather than fantasy. I miss the fantasy. The world where everything is possible and there are no limitations.
One of the great things about being an Aunty and being at the age where all my friends are having kids is that you get to witness the fantasy land again. You can even be a part of it. I spent hours today hanging out (alright playing) with a 2 year old. This involved fairy wings, princess shoes (on her not me, that would just be weird), a wand, a doll house, a play kitchen, painting, books and a vegie garden. No wonder why kids need naps when they can fit that much into a few short hours. We read stories, had a ballerina show, drew lots of pictures and had a tea party. It was so much fun. Is it sad that I had fun?
I don't think our inner child ever goes away, it just gets suppressed. Mine is definitely still there. I watched Toy Story 3 the other night (by accident because it just came on the channel I was already watching) and I enjoyed it. I didn't make a conscious decision to watch it, but nonetheless I found myself sitting there watching for 2 hours. I was captivated by the fantasy and I think deep down we all believed our toys could actually talk.
Sometimes I think we need to escape to the imaginary world and find the joy in the simple, fun things again to remember what it used to be like when life was uncomplicated and magical.