I do not own RoTG or GoC.
Everyone knows the King of Childhood. There are few who can say they have never met him, fewer who can say they merely heard of him, and none who can say that in the deepest, darkest parts of their hearts, that they did not at the very least know.
No two children give him the same face, the same voice, the same name. To some he is formless, an act of nature and guardian entity. To others, he is their imaginary friend, or their shadow on the wall. He plays at tea party, and tag, and hide and go seek.
Few know that he is Jack Frost. But not one doubts that he is.
He taught you to fly, how to make castles out of clouds. How to pick a hiding spot, and tricked you into giving yourself away. He is splashing through mud puddles, and snow forts, and towers of blocks. He is bright crayon sketches, and sunbeams on daisies.
Every parent knows him, and it is a sad day indeed should they decide not to introduce you. You meet him in peekaboo, and dolly in the crib. In airplane games, and food on your bib.
He teaches the child how to believe in Santa Claus, and the Easter Bunny too. All about tooth fairies, and puts in a good word for you with the Sandman.
He is the one who your parents call for help in scaring away the boogeyman, and the monsters under the bed. He is the one who makes your Nightlight magic, and turns shadows into shadow-plays.
Even when you grow out of your childhood games, and find new ones to play, no matter how dark becomes the day, your belief in him never wavers.
As you long for bygone childhood days.
Okay, this chapter turned out a bit different. Lots of fourth-wall breakage here.
Today's info was a reminder that Jack is the King of Childhood. And that got me wondering what exactly a King of Childhood would be. Then, I realized I already knew. I had always known, and never ever, ever stopped to question it. And I don't think I ever will.
Deep down, you already understand. It is time for you to know.