"When Innocence Lived"

I am a passenger on the roads of my youth, roads I’ve never driven, but know just the same. Rain smatters against the window, I lean my head in to meet it, letting my mind wander to a time when I felt free to wonder, when innocence still lived inside me, where dreams were started and never ended. Each curve smooth, languid with undetected subtlety. Each straightaway an arrow to the heart of childhood, where good and evil are both secret friends of mine. Aleathia Drehmer 2006