As a child I played in the backyard naked skipping with green crickets giggling when rain tickled my nose splashing in ***** mud puddles imagining flying on fluffy clouds inviting strangers to join in my happiness. Then an adult yelled at me saying, " crickets will bite you, rain causes colds, no one likes a ***** child, people can't fly, and strangers aren't to be trusted." Adults don't always know the truth, fifty- eight years later I am still a child.