Remember when we were kids, and the world was bright and full of hope?
When each day was a new adventure, and everything that we imagined (fire-breathing dragons, giant castles, space ships made of cardboard boxes, stuffed animals that came alive) was indeed our reality?
When we didn't have all these adult worries, and our responsibilities included: PLAY, finishing our snacks during snacktime, sharing toys, and finding the shovel in the sandbox? :)
When everything was possible? (and your inner critic didn't exist?)
