At the boy-child navigates his teens, we see less and less of the spontaneous joy that characterised his childhood.
Actually, we see less and less of him.
So it’s nice to look back and remember a time when days were full of simple pleasures that brought an expression of sheer joy to his face. It didn’t take much – a trip to the beach, an ice-cream, hanging out with a friend, a chance to play on a windy hill-top.
It’s tough growing up, but I hope that as he creates his adult persona, the boy-child doesn’t lose the capacity for joy.
This post was written in response to the Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge. Here are some other responses that I’ve enjoyed: