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Ananka - one of our Pharaoh Hounds

Ananka - one of our Pharaoh Hounds
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Thursday, April 16, 2009

Let Your Inner Child Loose

If you are constantly shutting away your inner child, you are doing yourself a disservice. We all have an inner child. Some, if not most, of the writers for children let out their inner child when they are writing their books for children.

If you never connect with your inner child, you are ignoring some of the most wonderful things that are going on around you, simply because you can't recognise them as wonderful.

Children gain much joy from seeing a rainbow, and tracing its arc across the sky, trying to work out where the pot of gold actually is, and wondering if there really is a pot of gold. If you look at the sky and see the clouds and not the rainbow, if you never wonder about the pot of gold, you have lost contact with your inner child.

Children are quick to wonder, and speculate, and make things up. Children don't have any need to immediately discount a fanciful idea. They are willing to take the fanciful things and make them even more fanciful. Children don't have to earn a living, or cook the tea like the adults around them have to. A lot of adults think the children have it easy.

But children do have to go to school, and get through the crowded curriculum, attend to their after school things, learn about everything in life. The children of today have to work in their own way too.

The young people, though, believe in things, hope for things, that adults won't consider. If a young person believes they can be the best goal keeper ever, well, they might be able to achieve that.

As adults, we forget how to believe in our possibilities, if we forget about our inner child. The next time it rains, and the sun comes out again, go outside. Spend some time looking at the rainbow, and wonder a little about that pot of gold.

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