All people start out with open minds and gentle hearts. Then we become adults. Along the way we loose something. Something pure, sweet and innocent. Childhood knows these things. Childhood is where these treasures grow, develop and either help us or hurt us as we grow into adults.
This blog is a collection of connections. Connections to childhood and all those tiny seeds that grow into the collective flowers, herbs, bushes, weeds and fruit that make up our garden of life.
This blog is collaborative of the mind of a young child and the aging adult in an attempt to grow back to that realm of innocense and simplicity all children knew and loved. The state of mind all adults so desperately wish to recapture, but don't realize it until the twilight of their days.
This is blog is an accumulation of stories, heard, lived and dreamed over the years; held for safekeeping of future generations.
This blog is for the children of today, who will become the adults of tomorrow.
eek
This blog is a collection of connections. Connections to childhood and all those tiny seeds that grow into the collective flowers, herbs, bushes, weeds and fruit that make up our garden of life.
This blog is collaborative of the mind of a young child and the aging adult in an attempt to grow back to that realm of innocense and simplicity all children knew and loved. The state of mind all adults so desperately wish to recapture, but don't realize it until the twilight of their days.
This is blog is an accumulation of stories, heard, lived and dreamed over the years; held for safekeeping of future generations.
This blog is for the children of today, who will become the adults of tomorrow.
eek
