The love of a child

People say a mother's love can handle anything. She can even lift cars to protect her baby. But what about a child's love? This fascinating curiosity with which they start everyday, the inexhaustible joy, that we as children felt, when it came to decorating the christmastree or we went to a trip at the park. What about this love? Do we still cherish our mother or father, our loved toys? The things we once looked forward to every morning, as soon as we opened our eyes. Did we grow up the day the toy-kitchen disappeared into the basement and we banished our cuddly toys from our bed? And when we grew up, what did we leave behind? I remember my mother's favorite story. About my favorite stuffed animal and how I never wanted to leave it at home when I went to kindergarten. I always had to put it in a locker and visited it during the break. So I should always have him with me when I needed to and still grow up slowly but surely. Today I think about it and smile. But then I ask myself: do we still have this? Do we still have the same passionate love for things and people as we had as a child? Even if it was many years ago that I went to sleep with my cuddly bear in my arms, I dedicate this story to him and the child in me. It is short and crisp, like the child's attention span;)