Can you remember when and where your eyes were suddenly not those of a child's? When kick the can in a dusty country parking lot, hide and seek, Marco Polo, blind man's bluff, tag, running bases, looking for a four leaf clover patiently and methodically, the fascination of all those hard working ants,...Where? Where did they all go? When did Cooties come off the list as an actual diagnosis? And so much more? When did it turn into another black spot on the pavement? Another man's chewed gum. So many black lumps all over the city pavement. And yet our streets are far better than say those of Pompeii. Where a carved penis denoting the nearest brothel directs you to a building on the other side of the street. Crossing giant granite stones placed carefully and measured to allow chariot wheels to roll the thoroughfare where horse manure, and human waste, urine, the rot of humanity was like a lava pit even before the volcano blew.