Child at heart…
Sometimes, I just want to be a kid again.
None of this “paying bills” nonsense. No funny looks when skipping down the street dressed in a tutu and fairy wings (and not much else). Not caring if you get mud on your dress or scrape your knee. Space hoppers, pogo sticks, kiss chase and dressing up boxes. Making perfume from rose petals.
Those were the days.
“Childhood is the most beautiful of all life’s seasons”
~ Author Unknown











