Have you ever watched cartoons that you loved as a child just for the sake of feeling like a child again? To be carried on waves of nostalgia through a sea of memories, to feel light and intangible, if only for a while.
I thought of the toys I had as a child, the cartoons I watched, the games I played, the silly things I’d invent; only the good things that filled my childhood because time spent thinking too much of the bad is time wasted.
Who remembers Starla and the Jewel riders? Power Rangers? Pokemon? I can’t recall how many times I pretended to be Kimberly, the pink ranger. I’d climb trees, sneak under tables and have battles with imaginary bad guys; everything was an adventure.
As crazy as this sounds, I believed that I’d be a spy one day, a secret agent with cool gadgets just like Kim Possible or the girls from Totally Spies. My motto was: Spies take risks. As corny as that is, it was my motto up until I was 13 years old. When I felt afraid to do something I’d tell myself, “Spies take risks,” and I’d do whatever it was that I was afraid of, realizing afterwards that it was nothing to be afraid of in the first place.
Whatever I wanted to be, I was. I wrote because I was a writer. I sang because I was a singer. I acted because I was an actress. I taught because I was a teacher( granted I was teaching my stuffed toys but still) in my mind anything was possible. Hell, I even wanted to be a vampire slayer just like Buffy.
I Googled a list of toys that I had as a child and I can’t explain the feelings that came rushing back. In the pictures they looked so simple compared to the high-tech toys of today. But as I mentioned in a previous post, I’m sentimental. I stared at the images, remembering how much time I spent playing with those toys, wondering where most of them ended up.
There’s something about children that has to be admired; their unwavering belief in anything and everything, and their resilience. To them, there’s always something to do and there’s always a silver lining. I don’t know what kind of tinted glasses children wear, but wouldn’t it be lovely if we all wore them, at least every once in a while.
I hope to always hold on to those traits, even if they seem foolish. Yeah, it may be a little crazy to fight the air or walk stealthily from the lounge to the bathroom but, so what?
I believe we all have that inner child because we were all children and we can either choose to ignore it or nurture it. Obviously I choose the latter 😉