Restrictions, rules are not present in the vocabulary of a child. Especially when the kid is robust and energitic. It's better to yield to the demands(suitable ones that is) of the child and witness the joy portrayed on it's face.
Years go by. We begin to dream and wish for all the oh so! wonderful things that we fancy. Despite the factualities and the practicalities that bind that dream. We proceed on with the act of dreaming, building castles in the air. As adulthood dawns, we rubbish those ideas, putting them into oblivion. Or sometimes, on persuasion we do realise those dreams. Chances are there that we cannot make them come true. But, they were the nuances of a growing mind, which goes on. Boundaries are invisible.
How can a child be explained this?
I too had a dream of this sort. To read all the books in this world. When i reflect on this particular one, i term it naive. And the fact that it can never can be realised stares at me. I'm not disheartened in the least. It's a vast one, i agree. For i still read my favourite authors and their works. Some of which have seen more than twenty glances if not more. And we explore, don't we? Developing likes and dislikes in the process.
I'm fortunate that a part of my elaborate dream has and will be realised. For all the material i've read. For all the literature that is to come across my path.