Funny I should read this today. I've been thinking about the gaps in my life. I distinctly remember being a child at 5 and enjoying the chaos I created by not caring who or what or when.

Then things get fuzzy and I'm 14. In a new house, with a new step-father and a "new" perspective that really doesn't suit me at all. Then the days fade again, into a haze that I admit I caused by making weed my friend. Alas, it finally walked away unchallenged and unloved at 19 and I wondered - what's this thing called childhood that I keep hearing about. Better go looking for it, might be important.

Cheers my friend - wonderful poem.