I describe myself as a child in terms of hope and anticipation, capable of sustaining excitement over a long period with just a small spark of expectation. This tendency allows me to live in a state of continuous suspense, waiting for something to happen or to be revealed.
I'm a child in that respect: able to live, psychically speaking, on a crumb of anticipation for weeks at a time, but always in danger of crushing the waited-for event with the freight of my excessive hope.