Crashbox

I read a children's book today that I have wanted to read since I was a child. It was a simple, well-written story that was both gentle and perceptive. The question that has struck me so often is raised in my mind once again: what does it mean to be grown up? How are we so different from the ten-year-old ruling his magic kingdom? There seems to be a wisdom in youth that becomes more and more difficult to hold on to as we get older...a peace with life and a willingness to be content and find joy in such simple things. Read it someday. It's called The Bridge to Terabithia