Neverland

We grow old and all we want is to recall the good moments of our childhood. Was it that great to be a child? Why was it so great? Was the lack of responsibilities? The fact that there was always someone there to take care of us? Or just that everything was still new and exciting? But that wouldn't make sense if we want to have the good memories relived again. Are those memories really true in their greatness or is just the case that it happened so long ago and all faded away? Is it the fact that those experiences were the base for who we are now and going back is just trying to find ourselves? I have no answer as always. All I know is that I liked being a child. Since then I already knew that life was much simpler when we are kids. I remember telling my mother when was ~10 years old that I didn't want to grow up, I wanted to be a child forever. I should have escaped while I still could to Neverland...