....See this is my opinion we all start out knowing magic. We are born with whirlwinds, forest fires, and comets inside us. We are born able to sing to birds, and read the clouds, and see our destiny in grains of sand. But then we get the magic chopped right out our souls. We get it churched out, spanked out, washed out, and combed out. We get put on the straight and narrow and told to be responsible. Told to act our age. Told to grow up, for God's sake. And you know why we were told that? Because the people doing the telling were afraid of our wildness and youth, and because the magic we knew made them ashamed and sad of what they'd allowed to wither in themselves....
~Robert R McCammon
This story has spread across the internet, and I think like everyone who has watched it...it touched my heart.
It brings make memories for all of us...our childhood imagination....the carefree magic of childhood.
We are burdened with the responsibilities of life and we feel ourselves being pulled further from the imaginative world that we saw as a child.
However....there are moments...moments where a smell, a song, or a picture conjures up distant memories of childhood mindfulness.
Watch Caine's Arcade...watch a father who allows his boy to be a precocious child and never hinders his imagination...be touched by this boys determination......
smile at the magic Caine brought to East L.A. .................
enjoy....
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