Some days as I sit at my desk, phone in hand, I think how much easier it would be if I were a carefree kid. But then I remember how insecure it is to be a kid.
I think even if I didn’t quite go through the same hardships, EVERYONE went through hardships. We all had our lumps as a kid, and we have our lumps now. So what is it that makes childhood so much sweeter? Was it the merry-go-round, swings, or was it Saturday morning cartoons. I propose that Saturday morning cartoons is what made life so much sweeter.
I present my argument; the music alone makes me happy..
