When you hold childhood's hand, it opens up the world to you anew.
And you start to believe in magic apples, eagerly studying them by their smell. In time, you distinguish them from ordinary apples, because they're so different.
⠀Your eyes start to see the grass a little greener than before, and you hear the sea louder, you believe that the hat will make you invisible, and someone is hiding in the cave).
Childhood, I was happy to hold your hand, you are amazingly pure.