The way we were

Born perfect.

Children don't love tall perfectly proportioned people with svelte figures and high IQ's. They love warm voices and soft arms that snuggle them close to hearts that beat with kindness.

Age and beauty are meaningless to a young child.  He only knows who likes to play and who doesn't, who is sweet and who is bitter and even then he finds that incrementally small smidgen of sweetness when no one else can.

The road to ruin begins when children become trapped in the misconceptions and lies of the adults around them.  Their brows begin to furrow.  Their eyes narrow.  Their mouths twist in judgement and clouds of anxiety start to form over their heads.

We wouldn't need to search for the fountain of youth if we could just slip the ties that blind.