Short stories about childhood innocence


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  • Childhood Innocence

    Children have so many wonderfully innocent and naive traits. They make us laugh and their purity and innocence is what makes living with children so special. We love to retell their funny stories. But, where does the innocence go? It seems the world has a way of beating and pushing it out of us. I have so often thought about how sad it is that the world imposes all these negative and heart-wrenching traits on us.

    It has taught us to be selfish and greedy; what is mine is mine. We are constantly on the run, on the go! Are we kind to strangers? Do we say hello to random people and random things? Are we easily excitable? Children have this amazing ability to just see the good, to say hello to everyone and everything, to sing randomly or to hear a song on the radio and break out in a spontaneous dance.

    Good golly- when last did I do that? When last was I not self-conscious of what people around me might think of me? Where does the belief that our parents are our world and our superheroes go?

    What happened to Santa Claus and the Tooth-Fairy? Why does growing up mean losing the joys of innocence and falling from trusting our loved ones? Time often steels our childhood innocence from us where does it go? Where does that unashamed, unafraid behavior go? Yes, some kids might be shy and, yes, some children like mine throw hysterical tantrums for the smallest and biggest things.

    Letting others know, just like a toddler. Maybe we not always putting on the display of a toddler but certainly still doing it, just in more manipulative and grown-up ways.

    Still demanding and act like thunder. Toddlers are friendly and kind, what happened to us. If they like something, they say it, that childhood innocence follows them around. When we laugh, they laugh; when we dance, they dance and they sure as anything say hello to everyone and everything, constantly striking up random conversations wherever they go. When did we start caring so much, and why? Why have we become so judgmental and critical of everyone and everything around us? Are those things really so important?

    If not, why do these things literally steal our joy and our time? We become self-centered, self-conscious and critical. Looking at ways to bring back that Child in us A few years ago, I lived in this tiny town where it was common practice to wave at everyone as you drove past, even if you had no clue who they were.

    It brought joy to both of our hearts to wave at strangers. It was a special little town because not only did they wave, they said hello too. All day, wherever you went, people would just greet each other and smile. It was hard to be grumpy with all the joy floating around. I loved it; I loved the innocent, friendly, happy atmosphere everyone would bring.

    Looking at those around us that we can learn from My gran was a very special lady and someone I need to think of often. You never saw her without a smile on her face. She made a decision that no matter the day she was having, she was going to choose to have joy. She would say hello to everyone and randomly chat to strangers in the line. This too changed her, her decision to be happy made her happy.

    Her decision to not complain about everything made her happy. She laughed easily and she was lovely to be around. We need to look at others great traits and learn from them. I think we could adopt these traits too. We can decide that! Even if we are feeling as if there is a thunderstorm brewing in our heads or if anger is bursting from our hearts or even if negativity is the mantra we carry and the flag we fly- we can decide to smile.

    We can choose happiness. Today, I will smile and I will say hello to strangers or wave at them in the car. I will tap my foot to the song in the grocery store or even hum along. Today, I will choose to have the innocence of a child, that delightful joy. Somewhere along the way, we strangely start to believe the lies, believe the negatives of the world, the negatives of us, we maybe pick up jealousy and greed. Maybe bad things happened to us, which are a struggle to come back from.

    Yes, often our innocence is stolen , and we cannot unlearn or unseen what we have- but that does not mean we cannot decide to have those childlike joys and happy emotions. We can start reclaiming our freedom from the negatives.

    We can start looking after ourselves, possibly see a therapist, exercise, eat healthy, get sunshine, take supplements, drink more water, think about our thoughts and choose to change your mindsets and patterns. Yes, the negatives will come because we live in the world, but there is help available , sometimes far closer than we think and know.

    You can be a little shining light of joy in the world. Childhood innocence is still yours if you look for it and live by it, even if we live in a difficult world.

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    In that moment the world ceased to exist. Her breath caught in her throat, her arms encircled his neck and she.

    The reality was that she was sitting in an office in a cramped cubicle with a four inch pile of work in front of her that needed to be completed by the end of the day. Penny Elizabeth Foster was an ordinary woman, in an ordinary job, in an ordinary world.

    What was extraordinary was her imagination. As she went about the rest of her day Penny smiled at a secret memory. Her Don Juan had taken her in his arms and made mad passionate love to her.

    The fact that that memory was actually only a dream was immaterial. To Penny her fantasy life was just as vibrant and vital as the real world. So the rest of the day Ms. Foster did as was expected of her. She collated, she typed, she filed. She filled the endless minutes with minutia and with deadlines. Eventually the magical hour approached: the end of her day. Are you getting dressed up to give out candies tonight? Besides you would scare the neighbourhood children. Say hi to your wife, Eddy.

    She packed up her purse and coat and made her way to her car. She could continue her fantasies as she wished. She is a world renowned stock car driver. She has won both the Daytona and the Brickyard Her mentor was the legendary Don Juan of car racing. Gentleman and lady, start your engines! She chuckled and continued on her way home. She had always enjoyed Halloween.

    It was a time when every one could indulge in their secret fantasies without being seen to be odd. Yes there were the ghosts and goblins and the scary monsters but there were also characters from history and whimsical creatures.

    That was the part Penny enjoyed most. Yes she loved this day in the year. After all, the indulgence in fantasies or whimsy is not just for the children. She had spent a great deal of time preparing her own costume. No, Penny was going to be prepared in a costume that was appropriate to her frame of mind at just this time. She had always liked the concept of a damsel in distress so she dressed herself in flowing garments reminiscent of Sleeping Beauty.

    If only her Prince Charming could come by tonight. There was the cat with the long tail that kept dragging in puddles, or the space alien with the javex bottle for a helmet that was spray-painted gold.

    Her mother had become quite adept at making costumes. It was something new every year. Each year saw its share of ghosts and goblins, bunnies, squirrels and cats. It was exciting to see the wonder in the eyes of the children and the quiet fatigue in the eyes of their parents as they shepherded their children from door to door. But this year everything changed. Another Halloween was over. There was something very sad about that.

    But then it just meant that one looked forward to next year. When she opened the door Penny saw an adorable little brown bunny or more specifically a very small child in an oversized bunny costume. As she leaned down she could see incredibly huge pleading eyes that were almost in tears. Can you help me find him? How dare he allow this small child to wander the streets without him! She was not going to allow this youngster to stay out here alone any longer.

    This small child needed comfort and she was going to take it from whatever adult was handy. Penny was touched. She knelt down on one knee and embraced her. What could possibly cause a father to lose sight of this precious child! When she found this man she was going to give him a piece of her mind!

    But first Miranda had to be reassured. Within a few moments Penny was sure that her new charge was okay. She was sitting at the kitchen table with glass of milk and a cookie. Penny was preparing to call the police but she was hesitant. She had heard stories about children going into foster care and essentially disappearing into a system that was not conducive to proper child care. So she hesitated.

    As she looked across the room to this lonely child she felt an overwhelming sense of responsibility. In this day and age we are all responsible for our actions and we should never shirk that responsibility.

    Sitting across the kitchen table was someone who was asking for her help. She just could not drop that responsibility on someone else. Penny was about to take the child out again into the dark. She would find this man, the father of this child.

    Penny approached the door hesitantly, someone was anxious to get in. A moment ago she had been anxious to track down an errant father on a dark Halloween night.

    But now? Who knows what Spirits are walking in the dusky light? Now she was afraid to open the door. The knocking continued louder, and louder. They say that on one night of the year ghosts are capable of taking form and interacting with the living. They say that on one night of the year evil lurks within reach of the innocent.

    The knocking continued, louder. With no further hesitation she threw open the door and then stopped. In front of her was the man that she had been dreaming about earlier this day, a man of strength, of character and a father. She has caused both of us undo concern. I would like to make it up to you, my name is Don. In the doorway of her home was the man she had been dreaming about. She would have to say something witty and intelligent, but for the moment her mind was a blank.

    Penny are you okay? Penny blinked her eyes repeatedly. She was still at her desk, she was still filing and she was still single.

    Blissful Innocence

    But first Miranda had to be reassured. Within a few moments Penny was sure that her new charge was okay. She was sitting at the kitchen table with glass of milk and a cookie. Penny was preparing to call the police but she was hesitant. She had heard stories about children going into foster care and essentially disappearing into a system that was not conducive to proper child care. So she hesitated. As she looked across the room to this lonely child she felt an overwhelming sense of responsibility.

    In this day and age we are all responsible for our actions and we should never shirk that responsibility. Sitting across the kitchen table was someone who was asking for her help. She just could not drop that responsibility on someone else. Penny was about to take the child out again into the dark. She would find this man, the father of this child. Penny approached the door hesitantly, someone was anxious to get in.

    A moment ago she had been anxious to track down an errant father on a dark Halloween night. But now? Who knows what Spirits are walking in the dusky light? Now she was afraid to open the door. The knocking continued louder, and louder. They say that on one night of the year ghosts are capable of taking form and interacting with the living.

    They say that on one night of the year evil lurks within reach of the innocent. The knocking continued, louder. With no further hesitation she threw open the door and then stopped. In front of her was the man that she had been dreaming about earlier this day, a man of strength, of character and a father.

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    She has caused both of us undo concern. I would like to make it up to you, my name is Don. In the doorway of her home was the man she had been dreaming about. She would have to say something witty and intelligent, but for the moment her mind was a blank. I smiled, and he responded too, after which he got involved in clearing the injury. He looked at me, as if, not understanding the language I was speaking though I was speaking in the local language. I asked him where he lived, he pointed towards a small shack house, quite a common sight in a place where I was.

    I asked him who lived with him, no answer again. We went to the roadside tea shop and had tea with some glucose biscuits.

    He asked for an extra pack to take home. I bought him two more. He was elated; he jumped with joy and asked me to visit his home.

    Coming of Age Short Stories: Loss of Innocence, Maturation or Growing Up

    I readily agreed and followed him back. He stopped suddenly and hid behind a bush, just a few feet away from his house. I walked up to him asked what the matter was, which he blissfully ignored, devoting his complete concentration on a huge framed man who walked out of the household.

    As soon as he took a turn towards the nearby street, he jumped out of the shrub and took me by my wrist to the small dwelling. What happened to Santa Claus and the Tooth-Fairy? Why does growing up mean losing the joys of innocence and falling from trusting our loved ones? Time often steels our childhood innocence from us where does it go?

    Where does that unashamed, unafraid behavior go? Yes, some kids might be shy and, yes, some children like mine throw hysterical tantrums for the smallest and biggest things. Letting others know, just like a toddler. Maybe we not always putting on the display of a toddler but certainly still doing it, just in more manipulative and grown-up ways.

    Still demanding and act like thunder. Toddlers are friendly and kind, what happened to us. If they like something, they say it, that childhood innocence follows them around. When we laugh, they laugh; when we dance, they dance and they sure as anything say hello to everyone and everything, constantly striking up random conversations wherever they go. When did we start caring so much, and why? Why have we become so judgmental and critical of everyone and everything around us?

    Are those things really so important? If not, why do these things literally steal our joy and our time? We become self-centered, self-conscious and critical. Looking at ways to bring back that Child in us A few years ago, I lived in this tiny town where it was common practice to wave at everyone as you drove past, even if you had no clue who they were.

    It brought joy to both of our hearts to wave at strangers. It was a special little town because not only did they wave, they said hello too. All day, wherever you went, people would just greet each other and smile.


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