Keeping the child inside alive
While watching my 16-month old grandson walk around, aimlessly, in our yard, I was reminded of a passage from the fantasy novel, “The Name of the Wind.”
“When we are children, we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.”
I can totally assure you there was no worry on the mind of this young explorer. Like a sawed-off Christopher Columbus or Ferdinand Magellan on choppy, wobbly legs, he was sailing across the ocean blue.