One day this will all be over for us and we can do whatever we want again, just like we did when we were young. We can’t remember those times, though, so the freeness and openness of our world will be as new to us as the long legs we haven’t yet grown into or the clothes our mothers and grandmothers got us at Sears at the beginning of the school year; still holding their factory creases and smelling of something other then ourselves.