I often try to remember the way I saw the world as a child 

Is it any different than now? 

I can’t remember a thing 

But the sand still feels incredible on my toes 

The stars still take my breath away 

Bubble baths are still the best way to end a day 

Chocolate milk is still a guilty pleasure (lactose intolerance) 

And I’m still curious of what I’ll be when I grow up

I’m not sure how the world works 

Or what determines the weather 

I’m still scared of the dark and the space underneath my bed 

I still hide knives under my pillow 

I don’t know yet if there’s a purpose to the routine 

But the stars still take my breath away and I choose to hold to that