What takes you back to the carefree days of a child?

Sometimes, I forget, I forget the good old days of being a carefree child.

I forget the imaginative imagination I had, like entering coins into a key hole wishing for love and happiness and joy.

I forget sometimes, the times my mum did my hair, how the magic serum was love.

I forget the tingles that ran through my head from the touch of my mother’s hand.

Sometimes, sometimes I forget the carefree days where my visions and dreams were so big, that I could create another world within my head.

But you see, then I remember, because it’s not just my mother’s touch that can bring back these memories.

No no, it’s everywhere if I just look around.

It’s in the magical touch of the students learning to be the hairdressers they want to be.

It’s in the care and love of something they find artistic and strive to be.

Sometimes we forget, we forget that love and care is all around us, all we need to do is see and look at the beauty that was given to us.

From: Your little diamond in the sky.