It seems sometimes that we all of a sudden realize we are not so young, and we see just how quickly time flies. We remember our childhood and the happier (if any) moments we had and how beautiful and free the world appeared. Then as we grow older and become more "civilized" we look back often in a sweet sadness of what we had when we were young, and so in this thought, with all the memories and all the time that has gone by, we cry.