I watched a little boy sitting on the front porch with his mother. She opened his small fist and placed a handful of breadcrumbs inside. He studied them for a moment, and then tossed the crumbs as hard as he could into the green grass just a few feet in front of them. Suddenly, out of the sky, several gray and lavender pigeons swooped down to enjoy the feast. The little boy laughed and looked up at his mother in amazement. She smiled back at him, and refilled his hand with bread crumbs.
Children don't know that rain water puddles are mostly mud.
They don't care that a doggy kiss on the face will include a whiff of bad breath.
They don't understand that jumping off a couch in a superman cape, is not technically flying.
And this little boy didn't care that his neighbors considered the pigeons a nuisance. To him, they were magical creatures that he summoned from the sky. They came just to see him.