When I was a child, I was fearless. I said exactly what was on my mind. I didn’t care.Truth be told I didn’t know any other way. I would fight with my brother and tell him that I was the dan-gorgon,meaning the “man” in Caribbean English.When adults weren’t around I would curse.On plenty occasions I have been known to shave myself with my dads shaver when he went to work. I was also a radical giver. I never thought twice about giving or sharing what I had.Forgiveness also came really easy. So what happened ? What happens to us as adults ? We go from being emotionally stable to conformed, unhappy,depressed adults.I don’t care how strong you are, life can bring you to your knees.It brought Jesus to his. When he said “Father, if you are willing, take this cup from me; yet not my will, but yours be done.” He was suffering. My message isn’t to long for the person that you were as child,no.Self esteem is to be earned and matured into. Of course you were bold as a child,you had it easy.Your biggest battle was fighting your bedtime restriction. The proof of a true warrior isn’t tested in times of peace. As an adult I’ve learned the value of my friends and family. So although the truth will always be spoken,I try to say it in love most of the time. I forgive but I don’t put myself in a predicament to be hurt again. No, I don’t long for those days where I could say anything to anyone and not feel one ounce of remorse. I embrace where I’m at now. I’ve come through many battles,some lost, some won but still I have my authentic self in-tacked.