When I was little I used to wonder what it would be like to be a grown up... the be older... to understand all the secrets my parents kept from me... all the cool things I could do like my brothers and sisters... shit, why didn't they tell me life wasn't a picnic with a blue sky, but a tornedo swirling around you while you hold onto your Chicken salad sandwich with one hand, and your heart with the other?
Would I have even listened? Probably not.. I'm a better talker, than listener...