My Desire to be a Little Boy Again

As a child, I was constantly provoking curiosity, wonder, and intellectual engagement. My imagination as a child was so extraordinary, that it is hard to grasp that mentality today. I remember being so intrigued with physical properties that displayed things such as color, light, reflection, sound, and motion. Everything was so new and fresh. In fact, I was a scientist—always full of wonder and observing closely on my own theories about how the world works. New objects that I would find everyday would intrigue me in ways that I would never think about at my age today. I remember learning was so much fun, especially when cartoon images and commercial figures suggest that learning should always be compelling. For example, the PBS show Barney, was a purple dinosaur that would interact with all the kids—providing a new lesson each day. Learning from my parents, teachers and television encouraged this natural movement within myself to investigate and imagine about the things that motivated me to learn more about this world. At times, I desire to hop in a time machine and go back to when I was a little boy and rethink and relive those moments that provoked me to think that way. Everyday was a new challenge and experience. One thing that I wish I did not have today that I didn’t have back then was stress. There was nothing to stress about when I was a little boy. Everything was so joyful and fun. Nothing provoked me to become stressed out and irritated. I was more worried about exploring and playing than worrying about everyday struggles of life. The natural world was so captivating, that negative issues going on in the world did not matter to me whatsoever. Wonderful aromas that filled the air was much more delightful to me when I was younger. I think they were more pleasant when I was younger because I had to fully adapt to the smells that I encountered. Sounds always were the most interesting to me because they brought so much power and emotion. I remember stopping to notice the sounds around me that I would deeply investigate because of the certain way that it had sounded. Sometimes, I would create noise whenever possible because it made me feel big in my little body. I remember getting my parents pots and pans out of the kitchen, setting them up like a miniature drum set, and then banging them as hard as I could because of the way that it made me feel. Making loud sounds use to be such a powerful experience for me. These elements surrounded me when I was growing up and sparked my most deep imaginations within my brain that calmed my spirits instead of provoking stress. From time to time, I can make myself think like a little kid, but it doesn’t compare to how I really used to think. I desperately desire to be the little boy that I used to be.