When I was little, I used to think the sun and moon were the same thing and just looked different depending on the night or day. I suppose because when it’s light you can hardly see the moon and at night you can’t see the sun. That was my childhood logic at work – a time when everything seems magical and wonderous and you can’t explain the world around you.
Now I know that the sun and moon are different things and if I look hard enough I can see them both on a clear day. Things can be explained now. I have knowledge and logic. My point is the world looks completely different to you depending on how old you are and what point of life you’re at. As you grow up, your sense of magic and wonder will always fade because you know why things are the way they are.
Taylor Swift’s “The Best Day“:
I don’t know why all the trees change in the fall
But I know you’re not scared of anything at all
Don’t know if Snow White’s house is near or far away
But I know I had the best day with you today
There is a video I found from back when I was three
You set up a paint set in the kitchen and you’re talking to me
It’s the age of princesses and pirate ships and the seven dwarfs
And Daddy’s smart and you’re the prettiest lady in the whole wide world
I think that’s why I love to write. I can go back to that childhood state of imagination and magic and conjure up people and places without being bogged down by knowledge or logic. I can hold on to the magic of childhood.
Many wonderful things happen when you’re a child but also when you grow up, and the key is not to forget about them but to hold them in your heart and they will shape the person you are, have always been and will always be.