I remember waking up each morning when I was 10 years old. I’m older than that now!

I remember how I felt, what mattered, who mattered, what made me happy or sad.

What happened then, each moment of each day was all that mattered. Tomorrow was not only far away, it was an unknown concept.

If I were upset adults would preach palpable nonsense, or that’s how it seemed to me, and tell me that everything would be alright tomorrow.

It’s good to remember the actual feeling of being a child, that way your words are likely to be more meaningful to a young learner-in-the-world.