I remember a time where everything around me was grand, and everything that I came across was new and exciting. The newly polished floorboards at my gran's house was an ice rink to me, a perfect place on which to practice my sock skating. Her large, two poster bed would be my own trampoline, which I contended to bounce up and down, trying to reach that elusive ceiling light that had so much dust on …showed first 75 words of 720 total…

…showed last 75 words of 720 total…seeing the magic in as simple a thing as polished floorboards? But then it must be good that the as we grow older, we become more cautious and less foolhardy. I am never sure, a sadness always seem to creep into me when I tell a child off for getting their clothes dirty, as I know that I have become the adult and I will never see that magical world that of a child's again.