There was a time before, when the world seemed fresh. When new sights were just around the corner. Where blocks were long and the basement made an amazing cavern. The grass was where you sat, and talked, and rolled, and laughed in. A worm was wiggly and worthy of your fascination. A stick was a sign of power. Leaves crunched and made pillows of fun. Darkness held the unknowing. That was where the scary things were. Girls made you mean. Backseats of cars were as big as beds. It was not a time, it was the time, where time never existed.