. Childhood .. The story of a dream, a poem of hope, and a risk of sweetness. Childhood .. life of spirit, spirit of life. Childhood .. fresh breaths and fragrances and fragrant fragrant fragrant. Childhood .. two and crazy eyes staring shyness and innocence and wish the world if the king .. Then the wound was weak and cried orphan and colonized any town.
What is the most beautiful childhood found in their smile innocence and in their dealings of simplicity, do not hate, do not envy, and if they hurt them do not complain.
They live today by day, but by the hour their time does not take them thinking or planning for tomorrow and they do not think about what they will be and what they will do.