I remembered the sea shelled chocolates my grandmother used to give us when we were little. Each was like a treat in itself. And then I remembered that that is a memory from over fifteen years ago. And it will never happen again. Time is like a speeding race car, and you're inside it, and if only you could get out and stay, if only it could go ahead without you and you could stay in something beautiful. If only I didnt have to keep driving.