The eyes wander, it’s your first time around, three years old, absorbing it all, the new life. The images fill you, the color gets you, there is stuff you want to dwell on, but mother is pushing your buggy. Later, there is so much stuff, this world is exciting, you want more. Young, free from bias, young free from stress, young with life ahead of you. May all the parents of the world recall the days, how simple it was, the values passed on, now we get them from the latest Idol, or trend. Young Young Young, if those foundations are not strong, think about it, the problems later on.
Jesus said it simple, no baggage, don’t bring the hatred and bias with you, it will only get you in the end.
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