You remember when you were maybe five years old, and you went out in the morning and you looked at the day, and you looked at the flowers and they were very beautiful flowers. Twenty-five years later you get up in the morning, you take a look at the flowers - they are wilted. The day isn’t a happy day. Well, what has changed? You know they are the same flowers, it’s the same world, something must have changed. Probably it was you.

Actually, a little child derives all of his “how” of life from the grace he puts upon life. He waves a magic hand and brings all manner of interesting things into being out in the society. Here is this big, strong brute of a man riding his iron steed, up and down, and boy, he’d like to be a cop. Yes sir! He would sure like to be a cop; and twenty-five years later he looks at that cop riding up and down and checks his speedometer and says, “Dog-gone these cops!”