Childhood is such a fleeting yet impossibly important time. Our whole adult response to life is determined in these few short years. Our behaviours and responses to people are learned and so ingrained in us that by the time we are adults, these responses are nigh impossible to change. 
As children we are impressionable little beings and take in everything around us as the norm. It’s not til we grow up and the rose coloured glasses have fallen that we look back on our childhood either with fondness and gratitude or with longing and regrets that it could have or should have been a different experience for us. 
The innocence of childhood seems to be dissipating much sooner with each generation. I’m trying my hardest to maintain this innocence for as long as possible because once it’s gone, it’s gone forever. It’s like that scene in the movie ‘Finding Neverland’. Mr Barrie is talking with the eldest boy at the theatre. He pauses in the conversation then tells him that at that moment he was no longer a child and had become a man. Just like that. Childhood is gone. 
I always find that scene emotional as childhood is special and magical and so frighteningly short. The imagination of a child is such an amazing thing. Do you remember thinking that if you believed hard enough that some things could really happen? I can remember planting a lollipop stick in the ground and fully believing a lollipop tree would grow. Or the wonderful magic of Christmas time and almost seeing Santa on the rooftops on Christmas Eve. 
We need to protect our young’uns and keep their innocence for as long as possible, while still being realistic about their world around them. Death, war, losing, unfairness. These are inevitable and children can be exposed to these in age appropriate ways. 
Now go and plant a lollipop stick. You never know what may happen!!