Childhood. How I wish I could go back. My best friendships were made when I was young. We didn't judge each other. We had the greatest imaginations. We had fun with a tree and a few bushes instead of playing on computers and cell phones. We turned that little natural fort of ours into a space ship, secret society headquarters, a safety zone, and our house. We ran around for hours and were never tired. We awoke when the sun came up and we went inside when it set. Oh childhood.

Keeping up with childhood friends is difficult sometimes. Keeping up with friends from a few years back is difficult sometimes. Why is that? Why is it so hard for people nowadays to make time for others? I have a friend who wrote me a letter in the middle of summer holiday. I meant to get back to him the next week, if not the next day. Somehow his letter is still sitting on my desk waiting to be mailed. Does this friend live in a different state than me? Is it impossible for me to see this friend in person? Is it that hard for me drive the 10 minutes to se this friend at his home? No. Not at all. Yet I still could not find the time to even mail him a letter until today. And he lives 10 minutes down the street. Why is that? When did we become so busy? When did we become so self absorbed?

I miss the carefree days. Those were indeed the good ole days.

Growing up isn't always fun, but it is wonderful in it's own little ways.

How excellent would it be to be in Narnia this whole time and to step out of the wardrobe only to discover we had just lived our whole lifetime and still have yet another to pursue.

Oh for childhood and the good ole days.