Did you notice everything for a young child? It seems to be a center, an area that they use to categorize something like that. If the city grows, what age it can be, I’m not sure. To a teenager, things seem wrong or right, good or bad, funny or not funny, cute or not beautiful, trendy or not cool, etc.
There’s a lousy guy. Dad, alternatively, is just a fantastic guy. A guy does. Dad does. (A mother is just another example of a great man.) Thank goodness children pretend to be good guys.
Even gentle teasing, teasing, is fun for kids – just mention the word “panties” plus to make them roll on the floor laughing. Exactly the same is said from the other side. Something that we adults think might not be funny and criminal, including, “Who popped the marshmallow in the microwave !?” Brings muffled giggles.
Take into account tastes and smells
Nothing just smells or tastes good. ‘ Flowers and gasoline smell good to a child, although cheese and feet smell terrible. Dark jelly beans and Brussels sprouts Prefer “disgusting”, but chocolate cake? As my nephew put it: “Gosh, oh man, I could really make a whole meal out of this!”
Let’s go a step further. Children love to have answers. If there isn’t a black or black excuse, or maybe even a name for something, they will come up with one of their own. Here’s a good illustration: My grandson loves playing with the Doctor the Builder doll. his medical toys and instruments, all neatly laid out on a desk. I asked him exactly what was wrong with Bob. He also told me he wanted to do it and Bob had vomiting in his Herpodoffick which could make Bob a builder.
A shrub that scratches in a teenager’s bedroom in the pub turns into a terrible creature. The boy cannot see the division of the tree. For him the beast is real. Besides, it exists until it is explained otherwise. By the time the mother informs the terrible creature, it will be there.
Counterfeiting was one of the things you had as a small child. I loved counterfeiting. I think I put more miles in my mother’s broom. I was clattering up and down the sidewalk with my pinto pony as she did.
This leads me to believe that counterfeiting must be a major precursor to the place. When does the area and also the stop begin? I do not understand. At some point, on the very long road to getting older, life stretches beyond white and black. Our preferences are different, puzzles are solved, and we are all also looking for many of our questions that can be answered in the encyclopedia.
We know that our parents are not perfect, the educator will not always have the answers when we tell him that his own feet smell and our friend is hurt too. We lose our youthful innocence as our view of the world grows. We are pretending less and less and we are also contributing to the maturity of this area.
I don’t understand when this happens or when the counterfeiting stops. I hope not. But I still pretend I get the lottery weekly.