What a beautiful day!

Blankets surround me
They warm me and encompass me
Pillows and stuffed animals call my name
The soft light of a movie
Flashes in our tent
I sit in my living room
With a very good friend
Bellies full
Of cookies and
Cool whip, cinnamon
Hot chocolate delight
And I feel happy
That I get the privilege
Of being alive.

Here I sit, in a blanket fort complete with pillars and a trash can disposal.  I remember back to my child hood when making a fort was like trying to conquer the world.   Feeling like a brave knight building a wall to protect innocent civilians from getting pulverized by evil imaginary monsters.  And here I feel like that seven year old child yet again.  Yet there's one difference, putting up the fort didn't seem as difficult of a task as it did eight years ago.  Feeling that child hood warmth once again makes me feel as though I've seeped into a world of memories, letting the sounds of Toy Story and the mario theme song drag me into a place that seemed too far away to remember after entering high school. (My dear friend Joey Robinson insisted I make his name known in my post so there you are! ^.^) The thought that my child spirit is slowly diminishing is slightly depressing and saddens me.  As an example I noticed that in growing older, that excitement for christmas on christmas eve is growing dim.  You remember those times when you would stay up until 12a.m. on christmas eve and wonder when Santa would be there. And when you did go to bed you wouldn't be able to sleep because of all the thoughts of hearing reindeer hooves tapping on your roof, the sound of the jolly man silently placing gifts in stockings and under the christmas tree, and you wonder, where did all that excitement go?  I remember something my mother said this christmas as we had this discussion, she told my brother (who has two adorable chubby little twin boys) "You know when you get that excitement back?  When you have kids."  I suppose I can imagine the joy and excitement of seeing your child's face in the morning as they unwrap the gift you so lovingly packaged.  That burst of excitement like a teen getting a new car for their sweet 16 as you once did at their age.  Yet seeing as how parenting is quite a ways away from here I still have a feeling of sadness for the lack of spirit that supposedly won't come back for at least 10 years.  Childhood innocence is a great thing I wish I could always keep but at the same time I think that growing up is an adventure that I would most definitely want to live out.  "To die, would be a great adventure." so the ever so awesome Peter Pan said right before he was sliced by Captain Hook.  And in my opinion Pan was very true.  Some questions I must ask as I wrap up my last words;
1. Would it be better to keep the innocence of your childhood as the wrinkles sink in?
2. Is child hood innocence better kept as a memory?
Until next time,
Nay.