"...his concerns, he forgets them
and remembers being small,
playing under the table and dreaming."
and remembers being small,
playing under the table and dreaming."
Although I had an..unusual childhood, I can definitely remember times when I played under our old wooden dining table and dreamt. Looking back, I realize that it didn't really matter what I dreamt of. What mattered was that I was able to dream freely.
Had I known what terribly complicated things the world had in store for me back then, things that made you put away your dreams in a small corner of your life, I would have stayed under that table, even for just a little while longer.
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