yes, it does exist. lives have been wasted in the pursuit. drinks have been drunk. pills have been swallowed (more every day). illegal substances have been smoked. and all in vain.
now i will tell you where to find it. the answer resides in the question. what were you doing at five years old? before schools and ambition warped you. some built sandcastles. one fellow sat in the closet, waiting for god. he's now a monk. personally, i roamed the woods, finger-painted, and broke my nose several times.
ask your parents. your brothers and sisters. this is urgent. for this return to the actions of childhood bring you to the fountain. then you must imbibe it long and with gusto. as the indian guru ramana maharshi said, 'put one thing in practice.'
oh, yes. i was putting on plays for the neighborhood. here's one written much later about a lady who makes the return journey. www.pbase.com/wwp/grandma2 produced and directed by jan cohen in new york.
i hope you enjoy it. maybe it will be helpful in recovering the charm of time.