A Child's World

I like to collect bits and bobs, storing them in old cookie tins and woven-wood baskets, so that on days I am alone I can entertain myself with endless treasure hunts.  My favorite discoveries are plastic maze toys from my former dentist's office, halloween keychains I never hooked to backpacks, dull crayons of ludicrously named shades: when I find these, I can be a child again.  At only seventeen, most would still consider me a child, but while I still have the luxury of being provided for and protected by others, my current world of e-textbooks and college essays is a far cry from the infinite hours of Sesame Street and sword fighting with Jack Sparrow figurines I occasionally long for.  I appreciate the powers and abilities I gain as I age, but my stored bits and bobs remind me to never forget the advantages of a child's world.