Being the youngest in my family, you forget how limitless the energy of children is. For two days I have had two of my youngest relatives round who were granted a trip to Legoland. I've always had an inner child in me and invited myself along in words of that effect. It was great fun but I got also understand the discipline placed on by their dad and grandma aswell as the reason why they wanted to run off to the next ride. They live in a dream world full of imagination and by the end of the day, even my bursts of excessive energy were starting to burn out. As we sat outside for a barbecue in the evening and the little ones got down and ran around, jumping on the trampoline, I realised that I was beginning to feel more comfortable on the adult table, where discussion felt relevant to me and I just wanted to lie flat on the fall and drop off the sleep. We grow up and ten or so years ago I was their age and I wonder what they will be like in ten years with their innocent smiles being wiped off their faces, while I still feel my remains.
I suppose it's all about 'the great circle of life'
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