CHILDHOOD Childhood, that marvelous time when the days were slow and mellow as liquid butter, a time when there was no clock to watch me, a time when I was given the gift of endless days to watch, to feel. Time to watch things crawl. Time to watch things grow. Time to be so bored that I would watch clouds for hours. Seeing things. Feeling things. Exploring my imagination.

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