Men. . . look back on the children who were once themselves, and attempt to reconstruct them. But they can no longer think like the child.
My mother would say, before I left the house, 'Remember Art, hugs are better than drugs. ' And I believed my mother, I believed everything she said - until the first time I got high at a party. I leaned back, and I went, 'God, this is way better than when my Uncle Perry hugs me. What else has my mother been lying to me about?