Fleeting

Childhood: Just when you think it’s going to last forever, it’s gone. That’s how I remember mine anyway. Actually saying that in the past-tense makes me stop and re-realize that it’s over. I should know that by now, right? Right. Maybe that would explain why I have such a hard time getting out of bed to beautify someone else’s childhood every day.

Just like the sunrise, childhood is the shortest part of the day.

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