As the afternoon progressed, the winds whipped up, along with thunder and lightning. The mother of the little girl felt concerned that her daughter would be frightened as she walked home from school, and she herself feared that the electrical storm might harm her child.

Following the roar of thunder, lightning, like a flaming sword, would cut through the sky. Full of concern, the mother quickly got into her car and drove along the route to her child's school. As she did so, she saw her little girl walking along, but at each flash of lightning, the child would stop, look, and smile. Another and another were to follow quickly, each with the little girl stopping, looking at the streak of light and smiling.

Finally, the mother called her over to the car and asked, "What are you doing?" The child answered, "God just keeps taking pictures of me."

Notice how the mother automatically assumed the worse and rushed out to rescue the child which, except for being a little wet, was perfectly fine and had even placed a flattering perspective on the situation? That's what so commonly happens... Granted nothing traumatic happens, when we're children we have unfaultering love and trust... But as we mature, we grow into having new responcibilities which can cause fear, worry, suspection, and fustration. We learn to suspect strangers of wanting to harm, or even kill us; we have to worry abought deciding what's right or wrong; and we have to worry abought deadlines and financial situations.

When we're children we're pure; mind, body, heart and soul. As we mature everything changes, and we begin to become soiled and confused. We wonder if we're doing what's right. We wonder if doing what's right is right for us. We wonder if anyone has ever felt the exact same way we have. We wonder if there really is a God. We wonder if what our parents want for us is what really is the best thing for us. We wonder what makes th' world go 'round, and learn to accept that it's not going to stop just because we want it to.

We learn, over time, that we're mearly one person out of the countless mob of humans existing on this planet. We struggle with finding ourselves, distinguishing our beliefs, figuring out what we want to do with our life, the heart breaks cause by trying to find love, and countless other things; all of which combine to form who we are, and where we come from. And, as hard as it may be to grow up, it's inevadeable and everyone must go through it... Except the poor souls which never get the chance to grow up...