When you’re young, life is simple.
You just want to have fun.
And you’re really good at it too!
So you dance, and you sing, and you draw.
You’re a prince or a princess, a dragon or a nurse or a tree, and you can fly planes and heal all your sick dolls just like that.
It’s all so deliciously simple.
And you ask many silly questions.
Because you don’t know what silly means.
You don’t know what anything means, really.
You’re just happy for no reason.
Summer days are endless.
You cry and you laugh but you don’t hold on to it.
And every rock, every insect, every cloud, is amazing.
Life is one big adventure.
So… what happened?
What happened to the prince or the princess, what happened to your endless creativity, what happened to the eyes that changed everything into a miracle?
What happened to your curiosity, your courage, and your silliness?
When did life become so serious?
Would you like to play again?