This afternoon, I was looking at a picture of myself when I was about five or six years old. I was struck by how happy I/she looked...how blissfully unaware. Then I found myself getting a little angry with her. She was so naive and stupid. She had no idea what pain would come her way. Then, after the anger phase was over, I just felt the desire to sit her down and somehow prepare her for what was to come. I don't know how that could be done, even if it were possible to go back in time and talk to her. But how I wish I could, somehow.