A wandering, dawdling gait? Check.
A long path ahead, with a bright but blurry destination? Check.
And mum and dad watching quietly from behind - perhaps receding a little? Check, check.
Childhood, in one one-hundred-and-fiftieth of a second. (Blink and you miss it.)
What's exhilarating and frightening is that we don't grow out of this. We've all the same fragility, waywardness, potential and precarious independence - only we're taller, and we can choose when to buy ice-cream.
Three cheers for the long childhood.
4 comments:
Lovely photo and text. One day I, too, will be allowed to buy ice-cream.
Great piece.
I'm working on a series of paintings about childhood currently so this is a perfect accompaniment.
Thanks.
Beautifully put - so poignant.
DS: Try the sesame. You won't regret it. Unless you eat, like, five tonnes. Then you'll be very sad. And fat. (But delicious.)
RF; Pleasure, thanks. And good luck - quite the theme to tackle.
Y: Why, thank you.
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