A world of wonder

I reflect on early days, I might have been three. The world was beautiful, and wondrous as can be. There was magic when I was a kid, in everything I saw, and everything I did. Remember the snow, how it crunched as we strolled. The chills up your spine when scary stories were told. The smell in the air after a cool spring rain. The shock and surprise of a first time pain. Do you recall how strong love used to feel? They say kids can't feel love, but we know it was real. The electric excitement of a young kiss. Those incredibly new feelings are things that I miss. A party to go to, we just couldn't wait. Even strong anger and feelings of hate. Seeing a bird fly high in the sky. Watching a newborn baby open it's eyes. A lovely young deer walking by a campfire. passion building, higher and higher. The closeness of friends, that warm special bond. All of these feelings we try to hold on. They lose some of the magic and intensity. No longer a wonder will this world be. We are all now used to the things that we feel. But once upon a time, the magic was real.