HEY...I'm Just a Kid (a True Story) - Paperback

Growing up The Bronx in the 1960s When thinking back to when you were seven or eight or nine years old, before adult life kicks in, being a child is a happiest you will ever be. Your whole world is so small with boundaries everywhere. Your happiest moments could be summed up by a good cartoon, or a small toy. What is so special about childhood is that it is temporary. Your childhood consciousness really ends at about 10 years old. When you hit that puberty wall. Then you are an adult forever. That short period called childhood ends. The way you walked, talked, and all you were, ends. Like the caterpillar becomes a butterfly. The butterfly can't crawl on the ground anymore the way it once did. As an adult you will never feel like a child again, even though daily we all try to capture those simple moments of youthful careless bliss. There's a cast of characters and events that shaped you unconsciously. They stay with you in your memory, although you'll never be there, or see them again. In the end, you don't draw anything from your past, your past draws you.