Childhood

That moment when you looked at the stars in order to find yours.

When all that hurt was a scrape on your knees.

That time when to achieve something we believed we only had to imagine it with all our might.

When you had the ability to be happy for no reason and to always be busy with something.

Being naive and a lover of justice where you solved everything by hugging your stuffed animal tightly.

Where an insult was sticking out your tongue and frowning your eyebrows.

Where you never saved anything for a special occasion.

Where one lie was enough to call into question all your truths.

That state of consciousness ends the day you see a puddle as an obstacle and not as an opportunity.

The day you fall asleep on the couch and don't wake up in bed.

Children are not bottles to be refilled but fires to be lit.

at that moment when the door opens to let the future in.

If you carry your childhood with you… you will never grow old.

Cristina Oroz Bajo