To be but a dream in the mind of a child. Romping through imagined notions and realms, ever twisting and changing to both the delight and the horror of the mind. Darkness flittering to golden sunshine at whim, a lollipop, a snake, an old and weathered oak in the midst of a field or the cottony clouds atop a blue veined sky. To know that my actions, visions and whispered promises will be forever remembered or instantly forgotten in the newly risen day. To be but a dream in the mind of a child.