I could remember what a day was like as a five-year-old.
I wake up (either with excitement or protest), eat breakfast, shower, and dream about life for the rest of the day. Usually, the grown-ups dictate what I ought to do in the day, but my internal goal is always the same, to enjoy and have fun.
What games would I play today? Who can I play with today? What TV show would be playing at this hour? Where can I explore today?
Now that I am almost 30, spending time with a five-year-old frees me from the constraints of a schedule of an adult. Children allow me to be present and enjoy what is — now.
And perhaps, that is their role. Children remind us to have fun even when we’ve made our days so structured we forget to just enjoy the moment.