The inner child

I’m not sure that I’m qualified to say what I was like as a child.

I think I was a pretty awesome little kid.

Maybe I was a tiny bit stubborn and potentially had anger issues but I know for a fact that I was hilarious and entertaining.

My view of me as a child is probably slightly skewed as I just remember the nice, crazy fun parts. Endless summers, strawberries, sticky buns, mess and laughter.

I don’t ever remember thinking,

“What am I like?”

“What is this life?”

“Why am I mixing talcum powder and cucumber in this pestle and mortar?”

“What is a pestle and mortar and why do we have one?”

I just was…and I just did what felt right in my head.

And yes, I really did mix cucumber and talc in a pestle and mortar. I don’t know why but isn’t that the point of childhood? Not knowing why and not even realising that there might be a why.

You just did what you thought was best, you were living by instinct.

Then the world goes and fills your head with bulls**t about what you should be doing, what you should be wearing, blah, blah, blah…

No! Don’t listen to it!

I loved being a child!

So free and fun and exciting. Every little thing is so exciting and new.

Let’s try looking at the world through a child’s eyes. Be fascinated by anything and everything. Don’t be afraid to be ecstatic. Jump around, smile, laugh uncontrollably! The feeling of doing something just because right there and then it’s the right thing to do. Doing things because you want to and they make you happy, and you don’t have to explain them to anyone.

Make up worlds, live in a fantasy for a while. Rekindle your child-like spirit.


Published by Kate

I write, therefore I am. I spend my days writing, wondering what to write, being creative and generally being awesome 😊 Welcome to my world, won't you come on in? xx

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