Being a kid was really awesome. I think about this as I stand on the ledge of
turning 50. I also think about the world of today and truthfully, I sometimes
cringe. I know now what it means when
God calls us to come before him like child.
New Years Eve in our house was a big deal. We stayed up until midnight and at the stroke
of 12 we could kiss everyone, toast with champagne, and sing the old angsi
song. Seems trite today but it was a
blast. Our whole family and some good
friends all having fun together. No
questions of whether its right or wrong to give kids champagne, or who was or
wasn’t invited, or even question the point of it all.
Ignorance truly was bliss. I loved riding my bike and never wore a
helmet. I would play with anyone I could
find just in the name of sharing a fun day with someone else. I didn’t know skin color or heritage was an issue;
I loved all my friends just for the simple fact that they were willing to know
me. When one of your friends confided in
you about something they did wrong, the response was always “oh, yeah? I can
top that!” not OMG you heathen.
I think this year I will get back to the search for that
Penny Candy and play the way we were meant to on this planet until it gets dark
and dinner is ready and it’s time to go home.
