I remember the days, back when I was younger than I was feet tall and everything was simple – you hated bedtime and short of being gagged with some twine there was not much that could get you to submit to the travesty that it was.
Those days were good days for me – compared to the mental complexity of adult life and the trivial crap we seem to go through.
I don’t know whether I am on a downer or whether I am just seeing life for what it is – shockingly like bedtime was to me when I was a youngster.
