kids at (my sister's) work.

remember the day when you graduated in kindergarten and you were obliged to step up the stage and say what you want to become when you grow up?

i wanted to become a teacher. but people change and so do dreams. i pursued something and became something else other than what i pursued all together.

i was reminded of that dream when i visited my preschool teacher sister at work yesterday. it was quick but i really had a swell time. there is just something about spending time with the kids. they make you feel young and alive and loved. i love it that most of them are welcoming, trusting and unafraid of people they only saw for the first time. they are even generous to give away free hugs and kisses. and they make you realize, without meaning to, that sometimes, in life, it won't hurt to be like a child and be young again.