Childhood

By Peter Parker

I once believed that childhood was a place — a distant land you sailed away from the moment you grew taller, wore bigger shoes, or signed your first bank form.

But the truth, as I've now come to see, is simpler — and more magical.

Childhood isn't a place you leave behind.
It's a voice that whispers beneath your thoughts.
A giggle trapped under your seriousness.
A pair of muddy shoes hiding beneath your polished ones.

It lives quietly inside us all — no matter our age, race, profession, or pain.

We're taught that growing up means outgrowing wonder. That becoming an adult requires abandoning the child. But that's not true. Growing up is not about silencing the child within — it's about learning how to listen to them again.

This book is a journey through that very rediscovery.

It follows Daniel Moore — a man of seventy, whose life, like most of ours, became wrapped in the routines of adulthood. Until one forgotten day, a forgotten box in the attic opens more than just cardboard flaps. It opens memories, laughter, questions, and regrets. And with it, the return of someone he thought was long gone — his eight-year-old self.

Together, they don't just revisit the past — they reimagine the present.

Some parts of this story may make you smile. Others might remind you of someone you were before the world got too loud. You may even hear a little voice in your head — playful, brave, sometimes mischievous.

Listen closely. That's your inner child.

And if you haven't heard them in a while, don't worry.

They've been waiting patiently.

Peter Parker