As if, yesterday!? I am me, but then, when I lived this or my very very first visitation
Of this hint of a moment, my mind, behind eyes but I see it.  Colors and sounds if I dive deep enough, coaxing and applying great will yo bring to my shallow forefront memory.
Forgotten why I run myself to conundrums and the distant stare, gone, unfocused on the now I squander looking back.  The classroom lights off as the magic of the reel chatters and sounds out in delayed wonder.  And we, I am enthralled to the world of motion set upon silver dusted and spread laid finely so the phantoms in the dancing light may hold visible and our minds so intrusting may be ***** and pillaged by a mouse with two big ears and an army of psychologists drawing maps passed if or if not we even like these tales...

Brainwashing generations into the Mouseketeers then run rampant behind lines and wrinkles brows of the me I am now.   A product of the moving pictures... Thank you.