Childish happiness
Since graduating from university, I have worked with teenagers as my target service group. My older colleagues on the previous team often advised me to project a more mature image in front of the teens. They emphasized that I should avoid showing any indication of liking toys, children's stories, or other items typically associated with youth. Honestly, I find it exhausting to pretend I don't enjoy those types of things that many adults still appreciate. It has led me to ponder why certain simple pleasures become linked with being immature as one ages. Yesterday, I visited a bookshop and grabbed a few Little Miss books. I'm at a loss for words to describe the sheer joy I experienced while reading those children's books. The stories may be simple, but they overflow with imagination and entertainment. How can anyone not appreciate these books? We all crave inspiration that pushes us to think outside the box, don't we? Moreover, the characters are exceptionally well-cr...