The narrator is a little child who thinks his shadow is a little kid just like him. The innocence of a child’s mind is highlighted in My Shadow by the poet R.L. Stevenson. The narrator who is a little kid finds his shadow to be lazy as the shadow cant be seen during the day, also he finds the shadow to be a coward because the shadow stands so closely always beside him, while the narrator would never be so closely standing with anyone. The narrator also thinks that his shadow is not “like proper children” as the shadow grows bigger and taller very fast and diminishes in size suddenly unlike other children who takes a long period of time to grow up.