Distant past....

I was triggered to write something tonight after a scene and number flashed across the television screen when viewing the 46th Golden Horse Ceremony. The number? 1980. The scene? A boy in cape running down an old alley. Why was I triggered to write something? Well, what I saw in that scene was probably not too far from my own childhood. As I always said, time flies. In a blink of an eye, a few decades have passed me by and frankly, I am getting old. A new wrinkle here, an ache there, and many other tell-tale signs that I am no longer the young kid on the block. I wonder will I really always be a child at heart? Probably yes......