A few days ago I shared 50 Questions That Will Free Your Mind and told you that I’d slowly answer them. 
I’m back to answer the first question.
How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?
I found this question fascinating. My first instinct was to say twenty-five, because that’s the age I jokingly tell people when they ask my age (and the silly fools believe it!) but then I thought seventy-five because at seventy-five you’ve lived life and are wise (one would hope)-plus I think the elderly are really cool.
After some consideration I think I would be seven. At seven everything had potential, magic lurked behind every corner. Summer rain storms were scary and cool all at once. Laying in the grass and looking for faeries was a favorite pass time. I could play all day by myself and never feel alone, because to my little girl self I was surrounded in my very own make-believe. My imagination was unfettered. I’d like to tap into my seven year old self and see the world through her very innocent eyes again.
About the Author: nicóle
Spellbound by a love of words and writing this mother of two boys who loves vintage, tech gadgets, prim things and her books, blogs about wonderment, inspiration, whimsy, and other of the many facets of life that have a tendency to cast a spell on her heart.
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See, we agree. Wonderment, one of the things that can not be given back, once you know_YOU KNOW, once fairy tales say THE END, and our eyes are unvailed to starving children disease and just plain happily “sometimes” after we can’t go back, Sure we can have moments but usually they are through someone else, like watching our children’s faces see something for the very first time. Re reading fairy tales and them smiling so big you could literally count each tooth, because all magic is real to them…I am so sad to say Mine is limited.I miss Santa
Loved being 7. What a great age!
I’m with Andy — love what you are writing here. Your style is so graceful and quietly beautiful.
Nicole – I am loving this blog and the direction you’re going with it. Love this question and your answer!
I would like to go back to an age where ignorance was bliss, my skin was brand new and no one expected anything out of me other than a burp and a smile.
I always say I’de be a kid again, first I thought 21, then I knew an actual child! Before my innocence was unvailed, before fairy tales didn’t all have happy endings, before I knew the things that make me strong. I was fragile once innocent , and happy I’de like to be THAT AGE!