So I, for one, am looking to get it back! I, for one, want to find that part of me again. I won't allow myself to believe that she is truly gone. I believe that she is buried somewhere deep inside of me under a mountain of and pain and fear. So I dig. I dig for that buried child, for I want her back!!! I want her courage and her love and her wondrous faith! And as I dig away each fear and pain, I not only look at it. I spit on it! Yes, I spit on it before casting it aside; just like she would and I hear her echoing childish laughter and I know I am getting closer. I can already feel the faith coming back, and I can feel God again as he approves and encourages and stands behind me lending me the strength to resurrect that child. That brave child who once had the courage and audacity to spit on the Poolpoint!
White_Shaman
