#88: Clouds Of Candyfloss

This evening, a sunset worthy of an audition for The Lion King's opening sunrise, lit the roof tops, roads, and grass, of my city. Shadows painted pictures of silhouettes against a tangerine sky. Movements of birds soaring above the clouds, flying back to their nests, brought my perfectly painted picture to life.

On the opposite side of the sky, a pink, fluffy cloud bounced back at me. It reminded me of when I was little. I used to have trouble dropping off to sleep, so my mum used to tell me to picture myself sat in a pink fluffy cloud, feeling my most happiest, and content. After that scene had set itself inside my mind, I would imagine it slowly floating away, with me on it, until we became a tiny pink spec in the distance... Then we would disappear...

Talking with my mum this evening, we were discussing our best childhood ages and memories. We came to the conclusion that around 10-12 was great. You'd still have the innocence of a child, but the sense of freedom and independence of becoming more grown up. It would be the age where you could still play with Barbies, yet wear a little make up and go on girly sleepovers, with friends. It was magical!

What was your favourite thing about being a child? This pink piece of fluffy candy had me wondering...