"Write About Innocence..."

"But Jesus said, "Let the little children come to me, and do not forbid them; for of such is the kingdom of heaven." Matthew 19:14 (NKJV)

The quality of innocence (not ignorance) in young children is one that you and I could still remember, how it felt to be playful, open and how that humor us now...
When you're a child, you believed in almost everything your parents, older siblings, and elders had told you. Believing in Santa Claus, Tooth Fairy, Cinderella, and other action figure characters like Superman & Incredible Hulk might have been delightfully appealing growing up. What they constituted in your young mind is that they draw infinite power and goodness which we all wish we had. However, as little children, we were so much happier, content and void of complications even when we just had enough food to eat, and a roof over our heads; no extras, no appetizers--just straight main course. But we were happy inside and out! We were always hanging out together as a family doing household chores, homework, playing outside and fun learning that we get from each other. I know that we didn't have more than enough for extras but that didn't give us the license to 
be depressed but instead ambitious and responsible young adults. I don't know, my generation was just so different and yet I would never trade in today's microwave generation where patience is not
a virtue.
I remember when I was in the third grade, my favorite time of day is sunset and especially at night watching the stars as if they were just above me and within my grasp. Oh my God, they were so crystal bright, so incandescent and enigmatic. That is truer to me now than when I was barely nine years old. And then I heard about this falling or shooting star that when you see it gradually falling, you start making a wish that will eventually come true. Not sure how many times I had beguiled being a spectator of a shooting star. I  just know that as a child of this universe, I was mesmerized by it. Couldn't remember what my wishes then but I'm sure most of them were granted.
In my early writings, I had established that my childhood was a gift to my adulthood 
and motherhood. That was a time of honest existence, innocent experiences that you will never inhabit again. But they're in your portals, in your heart.