Childhoods Lost and Found

On the streets of small towns and cities, near the rides and arcades at county fairs, I see children with their guard down. Not the good sense to steer clear of danger, I'm talking about the line of defenses that surround their eyes. when the mask drops, even for a moment, I see children looking with all their might for care and approval. I see children caring for children, try to be older, aching to seem comfortable in parent's shoes. Too big too soon. Too little too late. My heart opens to children, especially the ones who are so soon independent whether they like it or not. My eye is quick to spot these children, these adults before their time, because when I recognize them, even for an instant, I am then more able to see myself.