When I was Young

When I was young, I thought that in the fall, when the leaves changed colors, that angels had come down from heaven and colored all the trees with their crayons. I had a very clear picture in my head of cherubic angels clutching a box of Crayola's, coloring in the leaves.

When I was young, I thought that fairies and people of that nature really existed. I put out little cups filled with water for them, and put scraps of my dinner on the sidewalk in front of my house for them to drink and eat after everyone else went to bed.

When I was young, I thought that if I opened the door to my room slowly and quietly enough, I would catch all of my dolls and stuffed animals engaged in whatever activities that toys do. I thought that they would be up, talking, playing with each other. I never opened the door fast enough though.

More to come later, but before I leave.... What happened to our innocence??