Children see most of the world with wonder. When they are born they have seen nothing and as they become increasingly aware of their surroundings they see new things every minute. Each one they see with wonder. As they have so many new and unexpected experiences occurring most children do not see the wonder of nature. Those wonderful views that stop us in our tracks. I can remember taking a disadvantaged eight year old on a road trip to the snow. I was expecting wonderment at the white vistas before us but they were totally lost on her. Instead she was taken by an Enid Blyton book that I had resurrected from my childhood for the trip and my brother’s baby. I remember my disappointment at her lack of view appreciation but her wonder was that she was for once the centre of attention. No-one had ever read to her before. That was something to wonder at.
Even at twenty odd views don’t mean much. My husband tells me that on his arrival in Australia as a ten pound migrant from England that he was put up in a hostel on Cremorne Point. He took me to show me and I exclaimed in wonder at the glorious harbour views. He told me that he and his friends didn’t appreciate them at all for the time they were there.
As one gets older one has seen much more and the sense of wonder diminishes. Having children sometimes allows you to see things through those children’s eyes and the wonder returns. For me the wonder has never left. I’m still inquisitive and I still see the wonder in the world and I sincerely hope that this never changes.