When my brother’s family go on holiday, his kids write a postcard to my mum – no matter how far they go, or for how long. I love seeing travel through a child’s eyes. The postcards read like fantasy novels. Resorts are distant galaxies to a 7-year-old.
A curse of adulthood is experience. Even flying, taking off from the earth in a long metal tube, at some point loses its marvellous madness. Let’s reclaim the magic.
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