What little I remember from childhood can probably be written on the head of a pin.
There are two things I remember succinctly:
1. Hating “bedtime.” All little boys males hate it. You argue with your mom, “But I’m not tired!”
Mom always replied, “tired has nothing to do with it. Look at the clock.”
(Then you get married. Lather, rinse, and most of all repeat the above. Ad nauseam. “Honey, it’s bedtime! Look at the clock!”)
One wonders how The Creator could have gotten the signals so wrong. And how could Adam and Eve lived without the mechanical ticking monster?
Finally:
2. Little girls universally like unicorns, a mythical creature at best.
So the news. There’s been a unicorn not only seen by reasonably lucid people in Italy, but photographed.
A roe deer with a single, pointy horn in the middle of its forehead was born in captivity over at the Center of Natural Sciences in Prato, near Florence. ~ World’s First Unicorn’ born in captivity
Well then.