Childlike

The wonder of a child is a unique thing. The way they are able to be innocent and unaware of so many things and yet have an outstanding embrace on joy.

Friday evening after dinner was finished at camp we headed to the park of the kids with nothing particular planned. As the rest of the evening unfolded I watched as their worlds of imagination became alive.

The older boys ran in circles across the entire playground engrossed in their game of tag, unashamedly unaware of all the social expectations on a 14 year old boy.

The younger kids ran repeatedly from one wood chip pile to the next crying out of the enemy approaching with their arms waving tennis rackets in the air as they full engaged in characters such as batman, girl hero, super girl and superman ect.

Two others boys at fully forgotten the need to keep their cloths clean as they buried each other’s arms deep underneath their stand castle and with such glee counted down and pulled their arms up and out sending stand flying every direction. 

I love these moments, the moments when these kids are truly kids, when the normal responsibilities that have caught up with them far too early in their lives just disappear for a little while. When they are surrendered to the freedom of their own imagination and anything is possible. I love that camp can be a place where they are forget the pressure of their homes, when they have a break from the things that way heavy on their childhood and allow them to just be who they are, to  laugh in the setting sun and to play until they are exhausted.