I am often accused of being childish. I prefer to
interpret that as child-like.
I still get wildly enthusiastic about little things.
I tend to exaggerate and fantasize and embellish.
I still listen to instinctual urges.
I play with leaves. I skip down the street and
run against the wind.
I never water my garden without soaking myself.
It has been after such times of joy that I have
achieved my greatest creativity and produced
my best work.
Leo F. Buscaglia