There are infinite ways to define what it means to be a Kid @ Heart. Perhaps a key lies in that feeling of infinite joy. For me, on the afternoon Martin snapped this shot, infinite joy was walking barefoot on the beach.
Ursa, a character in Glendy Vanderah’s novel Where the Forest Meets the Stars, had this to say on the subject, “She’s kind of like a baby. She didn’t know she was supposed to grow up and that makes her more fun than other grown-up people.”
I’m very glad I didn’t know I was supposed to grow up when it comes to stomping in rain puddles, dancing in the rain, and making pretend Reese’s cups by squeezing chocolate syrup on a spoon of peanut butter. What about you? Where in your life didn’t you know you were supposed to grow up?
Beautiful! Inside, I’m still a kid (or maybe still a beatnik)–so long as I don’t look in the mirror :~}
I bet you look in the mirror with the same eyes of your beatnik self!
Debra, I know that down here in Florida, I’m a kid on the beach too! Every day I see the sun shine, and the water, so turquoise, and then deep blue, and then grey, and then shaded with all different greens and blues, and the shimmer of the light on the surface, and the sand between my toes, and the wet feeling under my feet, and the sea shells, and the birds, teeny and large, running, flying, graceful always, I am a kid again and again and again! Thank you for this, and for your sharing of the joy of life!
OH Laurie. Your description is electric. Thank you for taking me
with you to the beach! One day we’ll walk the beach together for real.
I doubt I ever was a kid Me
We were all kids. I think the issue staying connected to the freedom
that childhood offers.
when I agree not just to participate but to lead a singalong despite sneezing spring allergies.
when I look in the mirror and decide that now that my hair has reached my shoulders I look like a spaniel and need a haircut.
When I am wearing nail polish and pick it off long before I will have another appointment.
When I realize I am still the same kid I was at 11 although I’ll be 87 on my next birthday.
And I still love my birthdays, thanks to my loving family. who Zoomed in to celebrate with me!
I’m with you all the way Aunt Judy!