I have been thinking alot about childhood lately. I guess that is one of the hazards of working with children. At lunch yesterday, I watched two 5 year old girls whisper secrets to each other as they ate their sandwiches.
I miss the security of a good friend to confide my deepest secrets to. Like if I thought the dark headed boy in my class was cute or that I had a new unicorn with a blue mane to add to my collection.
Maybe it's not the being able to tell someone, but the innocence of the secrets I miss. My secrets are more serious and grown up now. Like how I fear I will be alone for the rest of my life.
I miss the days of princesses and unicorns. I miss the days of believing anything can happen and the days of knowing there will be someone to take care of me.
I miss my innocence. I still retain some to a degree, but I know things are not all they are cracked up to be.
But we must all grow up, move on, live life. My life is what it is. There will always be children to remind us of the things we've lost...and the things we've gained. Thanks for reading.