Inside every one of us is a little part that we wish we could show to the world and just let it run free. Each one of us has that little something that is the most dominant when we are born but it gradually, and sadly, disappears as we age.

What’s even sadder is that most people live their entire lives trying hard to smother that something. And most, if not all, realize it’s too late.

Childhood is a gift that, once given, can never be returned. And once killed, can hardly ever be revived.

Let me tell you a story of a little lion that, like most little lions, had a very active imagination. But this particular little lion was…not a little lion per se. This little lion was a young boy named Tom.