Age of Innocence

Perhaps I am drawn to that special sparkle in their eyes or the whimsical way they live their life an octave higher than the rest of the world. Either could be the case, still I find myself in a constant game of peek-a-boo in my day to day life. At the grocery they beg me to make scrunchy faces at them with their enlarged eyes, and on the ferry I am silently coerced into a staring contest over the booth seats.

I envy their passion. Their relentlessness. Their tenacity. I want to live my life with that same hunger for knowledge and creativity. I crave that giddiness that comes along with the blissful newness of life.
I often daydream I have a child of my own to observe and study at my own whim and will. Or that I am somehow transported back to that precious time to relive and review my choices and decisions.
Babysitting is perhaps the closest I can get to either of those at the moment.