We know this as children but it is taken away from our innocent pink fingers like the nickle we were planning on swallowing or the bean we intended to put up our nose. It is lost as the world paints our eyes with a brush dipped in rainbow glue and our mind with black shelves and boxes of knowledge and memory.

Too soon we forget that it's not just the bogeyman who hides in our closet that grownups can't see, but the voices of tulips and paint-chipped lead soldiers and peas that can't stand to be eaten that nobody else seems to hear.