I am childlike. I hope in most of the ways that are wonderful and few of those that are undesirable. Especially in one that recently turned 50. I seldom throw myself to the floor, squalling, when things do not go the way I intended. Still, I think a good tantrum might just be a delicious indulgence now and then.
I have a childlike enthusiasm about so many things. I often take chances, especially where people are concerned. I do get hurt and disappointed but I am never, ever sorry. I trust with my whole heart and soul. I giggle. I love Disney films. I watch cartoons. I know all the lyrics to The Wiggles' songs. Really, go ahead, dare me to sing them for you!
I still believe in Santa Claus, faeries & teddy bears that come to life when the house is dark and still. I believe that most people are good at heart. I believe in happily ever after. I believe that dreams can come true.
Too many adults forget the dreams of childhood and abandon them as a foolish pre- occupation. When we lose that childlike enthusiasm, we age, we grow up, we grow old. Like Peter Pan, I hope I never grow up.