The Lack of Cyber Men in the Laundry...

There is something lamentable about the loss of childhood. Note that I do recognize that childhood and the conception of ‘innocence’ are two completely different ideas. I was walking through my darkened house tonight and I realized something. I wasn’t afraid. Isn't this strange I thought to myself and then I was depressed. When I was a child shadows meant so much more! A creepy many legged creature could emerge slinking from a purple patch of shadow. A ghost could wander moaning from the kitchen. The wind could hail a band of dancing skeletons that would scare me half to death. Once there was even a cyber man in the laundry (Six year olds should never watch Dr Who). Despite the fear, the terror and everything these dreams could inflict I realized tonight that I missed them because when returning to bed victorious from facing fear I felt as though an adventure had just occurred. Tonight I returned to bed after getting a glass of water having accomplished nothing but full scale monotony. How pleasant it is to be a child!