Just when did the magic of life...end?

Think back to when you were a child, some of us have a further distance to go, but childhood is the time of life we remember best and fondest. As a child every little part of nature caught your attention, it was magical. In our thirst for discovery we would look everywhere, we would see things that as adults we don't and hardly remember the places existed. i remember lying on the ground at the base of a giant oak tree and staring at the ground. Using a twig, moving leaves or blades of grass I would  find an entire new world and I could stay there and watch it. As an adult the only time I even go by that tree was to mow the lawn, which now I pay a teenager to do. As a child, I would stare at this tiny world of life and living things that had no more knowledge of us then we now have of them, forgotten in a lifetime of memories.

Below the trees of moss would be a world of insects and other living things. Then to dig up a small section and bring it in the house, in a terrarium, we had a piece of another world, and what could be better than that, perhaps the addition of one of the other lives we found under the cool moss, living in the dampness of that other world. We thought ourselves rich if, we had in our small collected world, a life to watch...

Now we traipse across a stretch of earth without giving it a second thought, the magic of the world, lost to us. back then there was magic in the rain...

And magic when the seasons changed and the rain became snow, snow was something to look forward to, to play in, to be out in, to build things with and sometimes just to hear it fall...

At what point, what age was it when, snow became something cold and miserable. Something to drive in, something to shovel.

Some of us find it again, if only for a brief time, we find it in the eyes, smiles and excitement of children, and that is the only way to get the feeling of wonderment again.

but I warn you, as before, it won't last.