You're a little bratty sometimes, ya know it? I bet your mom swatted at you more than once.
I was thinking the other day how cool it would be if we all could see ourselves as we were as kids....just observing the who of us before the world got its hands on us. You get glimpses now and again but I want a full on rush of it. To breathe it all in and remember exactly how it felt just to BE before the slate had so much writing on it.
Sometimes I am driving home and see a little girl on the side of the road, hair all knotty from the wind and kind of sweaty grubby from the play of the day, sunburned...throwing off just a flash of unconcious defiance at the cars wooshing by...
and I am there.
But only for a moment.
I bet it would be more healing than anything to be able to revisit the very root of us now and again. I wonder how many drops I need to get up to for that...?