A point of view..

it must be hard being so little, always looking up. i wonder this sometimes. i squat & look them in the eyes, trying not to seem obvious. it must be hard to wonder what it feels like to be so tall. they stretch on their tippy toes to see the view a few inches away. wondering what it must look like up there. remember when you wanted to be a grown up, have wings, drive a car..read those books your mom always kept on the top shelf. what the world looks like as a kid is so beautiful, isnt it?