Day 16: Something that you miss.
I miss being a child. Now that I'm a young adult, I can really appreciate the luxuries of being a kid. Children have so few obligations. There were no bills, less homework, no worries about the future. When I was a kid I was fully encouraged to embrace and use my imagination. To this day my mother does not have cable tv. Nope, for me it was mostly books. I developed a huge passion for reading, and such a respect for authors. If I got in trouble for anything when I was a child, it was usually because I read too much, or too late.
I got into drawing, because at that point writing and I were not friends. I just didn't like it. I did love to draw though. I won't speak to the quality of my early artwork, but I certainly created a lot of it. I drew extensively through sixth grade. Now I'm just finally getting back into a hobby I once thought I wouldn't be able to take with me past childhood.
Kids have boundless imagination, and that's allowed. Imaginary friends, doodles, and toys are unquestioned. Growing up, children set aside books and crayons, creativity, for productivity. Suddenly wands are ripped from their hands, replaced by pens and calculators. School becomes the most important, then work. Errant thoughts are occupied by homework and bills. Concerns of the real world crowd in, forcing out any ideas of possibilities and impossibilities alike.
Children have freedoms which they often take for granted, until they're adults and it's too late. That was certainly the case for me. I miss the unbridled creativity that all children are afforded. Now there are so many other things I need to do, other worries, that they can limit me at times. I'm not giving it up though. I'll fight to keep my creativity alive. Believe me, my characters wouldn't leave me alone even if I didn't.
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