Children's hearts are so pure. They speak from a place that knows no words. While he spoke no English, and I spoke no Hindi, this little boy from a small village in the western desert of Rajasthan was more than pleased to show me his goats. He plopped the soft, baying babies on my lap and giggled with glee when I would kiss them on the nose. He would point to his eyes whenever he wanted to tell me something and although we couldn't speak, I felt like I had an entire conversation with him, just heart-to-heart, from one child to another...
What do you do that makes you feel like a child again?