Our Daughter Deborah wrote:
As I was driving Hannah to school this morning we passed a 2nd grader. He was alone. He had his imaginary sword out and was battling his way to school. I wondered: when is it that we forget how to slay dragons and vanquish foes, and stop seeing life as a grand adventure? At what age do we leave the sword at home to rust, and instead pick up a walking stick, and begin to trudge?
That may be one of life’s top 2-3 questions.
My wife had a birthday recently. She’s kinda bummed about it. When one of her younger “peers” told her she wanted to be just like her when she grew up, I wanted to remind the world that Carole has not decided what she is going to be when she grows up.
At what age…? When we allow others to define us, rather than our dreams and visions.
Debi asked the Don Quixote question. The Man of LaMancha was on a Quest until the Inquisitors “made him see himself—not as he was, but as they saw him.”
“…slay dragons and vanquish foes, and see life as a grand adventure?”
D. Dean Benton
Benton Quest House—Living the I’m Possible Dream
Author of Mockingbirds at Dawn
See and sample– https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/439557