Always interesting where your torrent of consciousness ends! Our childhood is a thing that is hard to understand as we are standing on top of it like a statue on a plinth. Maybe it has never really ended. In my dreams I am still concerned with so many of my oldest fears, fascinations and longings. I do not remember a state of innocence, and I do remember very well. I frighten people with my memory. Still standing on top of it all it is hard to see it for what it is.