Childhood is a special place to be. And what makes it even more special are all those games you play and how gullible you are to possibilities. Yeah gullible. Nothing seems dubious when you have a child’s mind. Somehow it’s ok for you to just keep doing. To go along without at first thinking. And even when you are hurt there is a strong resilience to come back again to that ideal world of possibilities.

But along the way you seem to forget.. How being gullible to possibilities brings beautiful sand moments…

I used to make my own cars but somehow I stopped believing…. I remember planting a coin in the soil hoping to grow a tree of gold coins after seeing pinnochio .. But now feels so different from then… and I want to go back…
Really I want to . Because when I think about it…..
There is no place thus beautiful.
I hope and pray he doesn’t forget he can make his own cars.