It's amazing how you can grow up and forget childhood-excitement, or the feeling of it. I was watching a whole lot of small children a while ago and was sad to realise that I've lost some of the wonder of being a child. I was near to a sweet stall and it was amazing to just see the looks on the children's faces as their gaze fell upon the colourful treasure. Their eyes glowed and all of a sudden their hands transformed into magnets, attracted to the sweets. Some would just walk to the stall, grab a sweet and shove...
play, and then fall asleep, exhausted, to their own dreams not simulated ones.

We are thieves, worse than any other criminals, because we take something that can never be replaced, bought or repaired: their freedom to just be a child.

We are the only people with the ability to give a child a happy childhood. To give someone memories that can often be looked back on with nostalgia would provide the greatest sense of achievement ever, because then, not only have we physically given them life, but provided them with, at least, the greatest beginning to the whole experience.