If you're lucky, you have a memory, of living life encapsulated in a cocoon, where you felt safe and protected; where your world was small, and concerns were usually limited to the matter at hand. Where you could turn a deaf ear to conversation not directly involving you, and a blind eye to sights, you chose not to acknowledge.
This cocoon is where some of us (if we were lucky enough), spent a part of our childhood. At varying points along the way, we emerged. If we were lucky, our emergence was gradual.
Naivete...the world we live in, makes me miss it.