once, i was a child, with a child’s playful spirit.

then, i thought i had to grow up and leave childhood behind, and so i forced myself to do so.

now, i am learning to play again, though it seems that part of me never forgot – she is the one who tells stories and builds summer houses for the faeries and goes on adventures to the mailbox and sings silly songs and plays (always, it is play) with her camera.

she is so very wise. i recognize that now.