Dawn of the Spirits

Watching the third-graders in the classroom today, I was amazed at what an interesting and eclectic age it really is. It may be the closest to being pure "spirits" that humans will ever come to in this life- intelligent, free, playful, creative, open-minded, seemingly lasting forever. I saw boys playing football one minute and writing stories and doing art the next-girls with their own ideas about what it was to "dress up", but still able to be a kid and clown around, drawing, coloring, soaking up knowledge- even researching topics on bats and being mesmerized by everything they found. It came to me sitting there watching them that this short span of time- this third grade year- may be our own prophecy foretold. I may be kidding myself, but there was just the tiniest voice inside me, you know the one- whispering "this very childhood that you see, with all of the wonderful quirks and discoveries and limitless possibilities, so temporary here in this world, will finally be yours in eternity- only better".