missing the images of my mind, the pictures i used to create how they flowed, so freely, so innocent, so pure, so ideal and full of flight and fancy, these were the views and dreams of children, make believe, product of a good and healthy imagination, such images, such pristine idealism, future so rosy, future so bright, star light, those little plastic pegs into those little holes to create one luminous image, of a clown, laughing. sunbeams aplenty, in history abounds, overflowing in the past, but today?