it funny how kids can seem absolutely unimpressed and totally
unaffected by something or someone, and then, much later on, even after
months and months have passed, sumthin' happens and you find out that
not only were they paying close attention, their feelings about the
matter/person are quite strong.
I'm a lover of life, both hopelessly hopeful, despite "reality," yet ridiculously rooted in "reality," painfully aware of human imperfection, refering to my own. This is me, as is... my honesty and a whole lotta silliness.