A childhood memoir of life before polio, and immediately after, and my magical childhood adventures in and out of a wheelchair
Freedom
We were hot, wild and free. But above all we were happy, very, very happy; deliriously, deliciously, happy as only a child can be happy. Not caring about tomorrow, only tomorrow could take care of itself. If only I could grasp that childhood wisdom today and run with it. Though I can no longer run, it would still be a part of me, part of my being, running in my head if you like. Perhaps in recognising that freedom in my childhood self I could make the adult into a child again, if only for a while, seeing for myself that part of me that should be free, could be free.
Although I have done with the past it's the 'here and now' that's important. Give me a child that has had a happy childhood, a childhood where love reigns, and I will show you the adult in balance. Being loved, at an early stage, sets you up for all the crap life can fling (and does) at you. And believe me life has a habit of flinging crap. That's why we're here: to absorb and maybe dodge all the crap, if we've learnt a modicum of wisdom that is, to learn not to care about it. That's what makes us free. You can't clean out a drain properly without getting your hands dirty, can you? Oops, I'm getting philosophical here. Better stop while I'm ahead.
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