Back when James Bond and Indiana Jones were favorites among the household, and breakfast sizzled to tickle me out of bed, and when cartoons were at the perfect time of day after long hours of instructionโ those days are gone, replaced by weeks condensed with indifference towards each other, and echoing anguish off of unfinished floors, and harping about the price of fuelโ Back when felines were abundant to love and protect like the family they became until they were given a new home while I was away, and activities were shared with no such thought, and the bottles of chardonnay were less oftenโ before the switch flipped, before the filter dissolved, before critical understanding of the complexities and intricacies of life and human nature; Growing pains are the realizations that not everything is as it was, and there isnโt a way to return