When I was a child I lived in my own world,
that is to say a world mostly populated
by other kids, some friendly, some not so much.
It also consisted of events to some degree of
our own making.
“Adults” were out there and sometimes in their
own way trying to communicate with us, I’m sure.
I think you can only truly enter a child’s world
by invitation, and if fortunate enough to
receive an invite one must simultaneously
when entering one world recall another of long ago.
Islander.