I love this word. I smile every time I see it. In my mind’s eye, I picture a child of 5 or 6, enthusiasm exuding from every pore, beaming widely as they run about exploring, delighting in their discoveries and keen to squeeze as much as possible into every single moment.
I remember that age… I think. I remember the excitement, the feeling of life extending forever, the knowledge of my own invincibility, convinced I could go anywhere, be anyone, do anything.
Where did that feeling go?
And why?
I’m reminded of that verse in the gospels, where Jesus said, “Unless you become like a little child, you will never enter the Kingdom of Heaven.”
Honestly, I can’t actually remember the last time *I* felt that excited. That eager to squeeze the joy out of every single moment.
I should probably try that again…
Here’s to a ‘scamper’-ing day today! And have a ‘scamper’-ing one for yourself too, dear reader!
— KRidwyn