Where did I go?

I long for the "child" in me to come out and play. I long to be free, free from life and the inevitable. I long to dance in water fountains, or scream praise in the middle of church, I long to be captivated by a lady bugs and butterflies. I long to spend hours in the dirt, rain, and mud, and it never become old. I long to think "danger" is only in story books. I long to cuddle up in my mother's lap. I long to have child like faith, and never doubt my creator.