When one is very young, one is sheltered from the outside world by a protective bubble of unfamiliarity, ignorance, and youthful egotism. Life simply consists of jellybean butterflies, Crayola suns, and construction paper snow flakes. It is the only real time in the world today when one can live without hatred harmed vision or the continuing fear of tomorrow (or of no tomorrow, as the case may be). Only during these sweet simplistic years is it assured that when the sun sets, it will rise up in the morning and wonder on the future. Sadly, we do not really understand all of this until years later, when the once distant and unimportant flash of the real world flares