In the duration of growing up and being more matured than you were a year before, are you supposed to feel completely annoyed at your past? Wondering exactly where did those thoughts plant in your mind, or better, if you even had a mind. Absent were the filters, the humility and consideration. Was it a staged play, or plain simple case of metamorphosis? Little does it seem to be, little does it resemble; perhaps only a small fraction that came out to play. I'm so much better at whole numbers, and glad to be :)