Kids never feel guilty for eating too much or exercising too little. They can run buck naked through the sprinkler without giving a milisecond's thought to what the neighbor's might think of their chubby thighs.

When kids are sick, everything in the world comes to a stop except Mom, the Campbell Soup Company, and daytime TV. When they get mail, it's always good news; a letter from a friend, a magazine, a greeting card, a box-top prize.

Kid believe that death means falling down, getting back up, and resuming play. To kids, life is forever.

In a sense, they're right. When you live and play and cry and love entirely for the moment, as kids do, there's no such thing as time.

Submitted by Christi