a sense of wonder.

I can’t help but feel nostalgic after visiting the pne.
As a child, every ride seemed unreasonably fast and
 the prizes larger than life.
And the sweets..
I remember how we had to beg my mom to
allow us to eat that much sugar in one sitting.
It’s somehow more of a treat when it’s less accessible to you.
For a moment, last night, 
I wondered if I had finally outgrown it all 
until my eyes caught that giant swing, stretched high up in the sky.
That sense of wonder, it only leaves you if you allow it to and
I intend to hold on to it as long as I possibly can.
xo N

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