Youth.
Try to remember how delightful it was to smile at strangers, to play freely in the fields, to live free of danger. Try to remember having no responsibility, no expectation and every day was bright and new. As we age and grow, we seem to have lost the simple things in life which give us simple pleasures.
Youth is a misplaced thing in the world. It disappears well before it has established itself and well before we can come to any appreciation of it. When we were young, we had the freedom of genuine innocence that's impossible to recapture now.
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I miss my childhood, where the hardest decision was picking a crayon.