Once again I have been called away from tummy mountain to do what I do in the wider world. It is always heartbreaking to see their little faces in tears as I leave.
"It is only for ten days, and then I will be back" I say to try and reassure them.
"Ten days!" they exclaim. I have just made it worse.
It is a strange thing that ten days is such a small amount of time when you are older, and forever when you are younger. Time is the same, just perception of time changes with age.
I long to run out in a golden field at the start of a day with nothing but hope and expectation and the knowledge that it is going to be another incredible day in that land where reality and imagination walk hand in hand.
That land is childhood.