
Today, I visited a small area with multiple amusement park rides. There was also an artificial wave where people showed off their boogie boarding skills. But what caught my attention was the carousel. Children lined up against the railing and pointed and called out "I want the one with the red scarf!" or "I want the white horse, or the one with the gold saddle!" It was a whole different world. Childhood, that is. When each child was granted access to climb onto the animals, and the carousel started turning, they each waved and smiled. They didn't care who was watching - they just kept waving. Like princesses and princes. Or gentlemen/gentlewomen gallivanting across imaginary plains of magic. How precious, right?
Even more so, I remembered that there is so much more than what happens to myself. There are individuals with histories. They cry, laugh, and spread memories to one another. I have to remember that I am still only one person who is apart of this very crowd - a crowd of haters and lovers alike.