As children, we were spoilt with ice creams, penny sweets, party hats, goody bags, teepes in the garden, sledging in sleeping bags, licking the cake mix, trips to the zoo, beach huts, if we asked, we generally got, life was one long summer’s day on the park.

As adults, we are all guilty of expecting things to come to us, to fall into our laps, to not have to work for the world to just say “yes, here have everything you want”.

But then you come home with pockets full of nothing and wonder where all the hopes and dreams you had as a child went to.

As children, we always had someone there to hold our hand, to open the door, to fasten our seatbelt, to kiss us good night and turn off the light. Someone to wipe away the tears and patch up the scratches and brakes, to put us back on the bike, to give us a push, to reassure, explain, teach.

As adults, we learn to rely on no one but ourselves, we let go of the hands that are there to help, we try to go it alone.

But then there comes a day when you sit awake in the middle of the night and think is there really anyone i can call?

We forget what we have been taught, that our childhood is there to help us as adults, that sunny days should be the norm, that finding joy in small things is one of life’s pleasures, that the child you were hasn’t really gone away.

We forget to blindly reach out a hand in the hope that someone will be there to grab it when you really need it, we forget to keep reaching out in case there is someone who needs us.

As children we didn’t understand what childhood was all about, as adults we seem to have forgotten.

Kx