The third kind of magic I’ve experienced is the most powerful of all. That’s the magic of a child, of life itself. How is it possible that a squirming, squalling, smelly, little bundle can become a person, with wants and desires of their own? To go from laying there to running rampant through your heart? To go from just existing to creating ideas that can change the world? To see the world through their eyes, all the newness and wonder? It is a joy, it is magic all its own. -Robert Brien (a CLF member incarcerated in MA)
When have you experienced the magic of a childhood? How did it fill you with wonder?