As I remember my childhood, my mind was in many ways what one might call "zen mind". Being completely a novice in terms of practicing zen, I am not really in a position to define what the "zen mind" is. However, from what I have read and heard, it seems that the "child mind" is not so different.
Many years ago, back in Norway, autumn was coming to an end and Christmas was coming closer every day. Waking up one morning, I took a peek out my bedroom window. Winters first snowflakes were falling. Big, fluffy, white snowflakes were covering the ground in a thin layer. Gorgeous. Just gorgeous. No urge to take a phot to preserve the moment for the future. No inner voice saying: "This is surely beautiful! And I am truly the kind of guy who appreciates nature. Just the small things in life. Not like that man over there with his big house and fancy car."
So what is all this fuzz bout "adult practice" and "wiping your own ass"? I started wiping my own ass when I was 6 years old...