The Best Thing
The best thing about being a child is the boundless energy and freedom to move as you please. Every slight raise in the surface walked upon is an ocean wave or a mountain or a high wire. Trees without low branches to climb or swings are wasted space.
The best thing about being a child is little restraint on your emotions. You can cry loudly when you are hurt. You can be bluntly honest. You can asked to be picked up and held or swung around by the arms. Joy is squealed, fear is cried out, and contentment is a smile. Time is best spent how you want to spend it.
It doesn’t always seem like being a child is freedom. You have a bedtime and cannot watch what shows you want. You have to eat your vegetables and wash behind your ears.
Until you grow up.
The best thing about being an adult is that you get to choose what you want to do.
Except when you have a job.
And you still have a bedtime, and you still have to eat your vegetables and wash behind your ears.
But there is no one around to remind you