Long long, long long ago,there was a little girl whose world was full of happiness.So simple! Her name is Snow White?Cinderella?Odetta?Or...No,her name is childhood.
//Because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life