Your poem brought back a memory of a halloween from the first grade. I made a robot costume out of cardboard boxes, spraypainted silver. I thought it was the most amazing costume ever. I went out to trick-or-treat, and within minutes a bigger kid made fun of me saying I looked like a refrigerator. I ran home crying. Seems funny now, but at the time it seemed like the worst experience of my life up to that point. A refirigerator! Oh brother!

"When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown, the dream is gone
And I have become comfortably numb."
Pink Floyd