It means, “to retain a youthful, optimistic, and playful spirit into adulthood, enjoying simple joys and a sense of wonder without being immature or irresponsible.” It is who I am at the core of my being.
I don’t think I’ve given up who I used to be. A wild child who loved getting lost in the woods behind my house, a sense of wonder enveloped me as I walked all alone discovering “magic” within those confines of a world that was safe and welcoming. There was nothing to fear and it didn’t matter if I played with the ducks in their puddles of muddy water or if I sat mesmerized deep in those woods and watched the rainbow-colored frogs playing around in the water gathered at the base of a huge tree, I was one with nature and my eyes were lit with wonder.
I grew up and life became difficult but I always went back to that time when things were simple and joy swept through me as I watched nature unfold. I still do it today even though I am no longer that young girl with a wild streak within her. Now, I am quiet and I toe the line as far as decorum is concerned but that “little girl” still remains and comes out to play when I take my walks in nature and I’m free to run wild again.
My book displays that same spirit. I wrote it as a grown-up but you get sneak peeks of that child within. I suppose that is what it means to be a child at heart, to never lose the magic of seeing things in a different light, from the eyes of a child filled with wonder and “magic” is yours for the taking.
I miss those days.
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