Monday, April 10, 2006

Wonders of Childhood

But wasn't it in childhood that I experienced the most wonderful awarenesses. Like that day at the age of 3 or 4 when in that wallpaper shop with mother. The vague, harmonious memory of those moments there produces an overwhelming pleasure and strong longing for the happiness of childhood that differs so distinctly from all other later pleasures. Regrettably, it is not something I can recall at will. It is a feeling that has come over me maybe a dozen times in life, and when it does I realize that I am there in that place.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I too regret not being able to willfully recapture my essence of youth. But when the future reveils the innocence of that past it takes my breath and I smile.
BMc