I think it’s like that, our own inner child, can need real children to be reminded, or simply to connect with, to keep ourselves alive and kicking in a world too serious, yet not serious enough to be real about our needs.
Sometimes when I walk about and sit down for a while, a child close by starts to dance. On two occasions this past summer, even getting frustrated if I don’t dance with them at the beach. I take it’s my soul beckoning me to play, to seek and express joy again, that becomes reflected through them.
Video from an event in Oeiras, Portugal.