Childhood is innocence.
Childhood is a small, sound proof box, tucked away in a corner of the world.
The box is a child’s shield. The happy, cozy little box is all they know. They don’t hear, think, or know about what’s outside the box. They don’t even really care about what is outside the box.
Because they are children.
Children who, if they say please or thank you, get whatever they want or need. Children who, if they do something wrong, are not responsible for it. Children who, if in need of a companion, only need to ask if another child wants to be their friend to have one. Children that have no worries and no problems.
Days seem like weeks, weeks seem like months. They can’t wait for anything, and time seems so slow.
They don’t realize how precious this box is.
Until time starts getting faster. It rushes upon them.
Weeks now seem like days, and months now feel like weeks. Even if they wanted to have it slow down, they couldn’t.
Because the box is crumbling.
Fading away.
Their shield is gone. Now they’re responsible. Now they have problems and worries. Getting a friend isn’t as easy anymore.
They can now see the rest of the world. As it really is.
And even if they wanted to go back to that small, happy sound proof box…
They wouldn’t be able to.
Because it’s gone.
Forever.
