What remains of Christmas past is this: the feeling of those weeks, compressed now into something both smaller and larger than they were. How the waiting itself became the thing we waited for. How we rushed toward events that we also wanted never to arrive, because arrival meant ending, and ending meant the long, ordinary months that followed.
Many of those things are gone now. But you can still remember it all. The way you felt. The way you looked.
Childhood is nothing but a continual buzz. A non-stop adventure novel.
My childhood was not perfect – no one’s is without blemish – but for the most part, my parents and even society let me be a child. I’m very blessed.
Implementing stronger family values will only strengthen a child, preparing him for his future and giving him a secure source to lean on for guidance.