It's the innocence of youth ,the memories of that time in our lives when we were learning about the world and standing in wonder at the enorminty of the new smells. every day we seemed to lose our inhibitions and in some cases we felt more afraid but thats what made us laugh and cry. In one moment it proppelled us into anger or shame but not really knowing how to deal withthe blushes or able to control the feeling of embaressment. the call from mother as the sun went down. i never felt that one of those days lasted half the time it should, and all at once we new nothing would ever be the same. twenty pence for a bag of sweets or a cheap bottle of booze would never taste the same in twenty years time even though i feel those same simple emotions.
Big strong hands once pulling us back from the danger turn into small fading lives as we take the lead seemlessly taking up the baton.

