By Cameron Whitlock
Often it is difficult to recall how I viewed the world when I was a child. Life was dominated by simple pleasures and a rash naivety. Rudimentary concepts like time and money meant little to nothing, and I only had to travel as far as my own back yard to partake in the most epic of adventures. Imagination triumphed over reality and responsibility and stress went inexperienced.
I began thinking of my own childhood experiences after recently speaking with my 6-year-old nephew. He asked me to come visit him at his house, which is about 60 miles from my own. I informed him that money was tight and that it would be foolish for me to drive that far to only be able to see him for a couple hours.
He simply replied, “You don’t have to buy anything, just drive up to my house.”