Childhood

Written on Thursday 20 March 2003

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As I stand here at dawn, I am reminded that a wonderful life has only just started, and every new day is filled with hope…

As I walk here in the day, each step reminds me of the happiest things I have done…

And as I stand here at dusk, with the wind blowing through my hair and rain on my face, I think how all those happy things… were when I was a child… And now all I’m doing is standing on top of a windy hill and dreaming. Does that mean… I’m not a child… any more?