there's a point in a storm where the rain ceases to fall and whether you are driving or standing still it is rarely something you can pinpoint or really take notice of. when you finally do you may try to recall how long it has been since it has stopped. this change can be more drastic when driving - suddenly your snapped into reality as your windshield wipers are squeaking across dry glass. i think in some ways this can be likened to that of ones own childhood. all of a sudden you are mid teens, entering high school, graduating college and you try to trace back where the final moments of your childhood occurred and how you missed it ending. no matter how hard you may try you are an adult now and you cant even try to think, interpret or view things as you once did.
in a way the movie baby geniuses had something in their whole "moment of crossing over" where the kids became parts of society - the walking, talking people of the world who forget what those early experiences really were and can never regain.
sorry for the nostalgia - i'll try to keep it to a minimum on here.
'can you tell me how to get, how to get to sesame street'
good night all.