Wednesday, October 2, 2013
Flintstone kid
If we knew before hand what laid ahead for us in life, we probably would not be in a hurry to grow up. The beauty of childhood is that you have not yet been tainted by life experiences, you've not met those people that make you question the inherent human condition, in childhood there is still some wonder, some mystery in life. Alas, nothing is permanent but time, and as time trods on, so do we, mysteries of childhood unravel, we meet despicable people and we begin to wonder about our purpose in this world, why life. Occasionally, we wish we were children again and never had to grow up.
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