It was just a dream, time can turn all things a different colour A combination of many different memories, all negative emotions filtered out Don’t you wish you could just live in the past? Curled up in a warm blanket? Covering all the cold unknowns, and the realities of tomorrow? You only remember what your mind has chosen to recall But it makes sense, after all, that in the most turbulent times of our lives We would yearn for the safety of childhood