Being a child is one of the many things I would like to go back to just for a day. Such a great sense of freedom and no concept of the world as we know it as adults. Naivety in accordance with the political world. We often wish for different things and know deep down they will never come true, such as stopping crime, being able to leave our doors open like in the good old days. No war or cultural differences that affect the lives of others and so on.

I love the way a child's mind works, wondering what is important to them and how they talk about it as if it really is something that can be created there and then.  Ive been thinking about this today as my son woke this morning and met me at the top of the stairs all bleary eyed and pillow marks down the side of his cheek. I could tell he had something on his mind.

"Mum, If I had one wish then I would wish that I didn't ever have to go to school again....ever"

"Oh that would be amazing" I replied, building on the illusion!

"You could use your wish Mum, and never have to go to work ever again"

Now I was liking this idea, seeing as it was 6.38am and I had jumped out of bed just ten minutes before and already had a shower, one day I will 'sleep shower', it feels like it on most mornings....I am not a morning person and prefer to be woken naturally rather than jumping to the sound of the alarm clock. It can't be good for anyone.

I embraced the wishing talk and said "Oooh yes Mummy would love that, we could do allsorts, but how would we get any money to spend?"

"That's ok, well you know this mirror here ( I have a large mirror leant against the wall) we could turn this into one of those things in the wall where you get money, you know Mum, you use that card in your bag and it gives you money, so we could do that right here"

"What would happen when it was empty then?" I said, really now feeling this daydream and hoping that some magic was about to happen and work would just diminish into a figment of pure imagintion

"Well we could phone the bank and someone would come and just fill it back up again......anyway have you seen my socks?"

Some how the sense of normality in what he was suggesting seemed to be fair and somewhat exciting.

The possibility on the otherhand crashed down with a bump when the rolled up pair of socks hit me in the face and smudged my makeup. It's good to dream even for a few moments, take yourself away to somewhere. Afterall we create our own world by the power of thought. Wishing just doesn't have to be for the children.