And no matter how old we have grown, or how serious and important a personality we may have become, there remains a child within each one of us, refusing to let go of its innocence and wonder...
A child who still occasionally dares to throw his head back and chuckle with mirth at the feel of wet sand beneath his bare feet....
A child who still turns his face up at the falling rain, to feel the droplets kissing his cheeks...
A child who, on seeing a shooting star streaking across the night sky, still shuts his eyes and makes a quick secret wish...
One who would still take his shoes and socks off, and run across the green grass, his arms spread wide...
A child who still occasionally dares to throw his head back and chuckle with mirth at the feel of wet sand beneath his bare feet....
A child who still turns his face up at the falling rain, to feel the droplets kissing his cheeks...
A child who, on seeing a shooting star streaking across the night sky, still shuts his eyes and makes a quick secret wish...
One who would still take his shoes and socks off, and run across the green grass, his arms spread wide...
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