Looking into a Child's Eyes

When I was a little girl, I noticed that macaroni and cheese was my absolute favorite food as long as it was smothered in ketchup. I love Lucy was the best show ever, and because of this, TV was my life. i noticed the dull shade of pink lipstick my grandma wore, and that my mom didn't wear any at all. When i let the dog out of the house, i got into trouble; I noticed this quite often. I also noticed when one single toy was misplaced in my room, implying that one of my brother's had been snooping around. i actually never noticed the difference between the toy-stealer's and myself. They were boys and i was a girl, so what? I didn't notice that school meant more than recess and the huge class trips to the school library. Life meant fun, no worries. I didn't care about what people thought. Waking up 10 minutes before the bus came in time to brush my hair and teeth was fine. Differences meant nothing; Blue eyes or brown eyes, fat or skinny, boy or girl. It didn't matter. Everyone was the same, and we still are, some of us just haven't realized it yet.