Remember fuzzy little fluffy sheep? They seem so sweet and cottony when you’re just a child.
Then all of a sudden you’re a 24-year-old at a petting zoo and sheep are fat, filthy, dull creatures. With pine straw and dirt clinging to all that wool.
How beautiful was innocence. When everything was as one-dimensional as a coloring book. As perfect as a Dick and Jane tale.
Can’t we have that back? Bumblebees with sweet smiles on their faces. Rainbows made of seven distinct rows of color. And a bright, happy sunshine sporting sunglasses.
Can’t we have fluffy white little sheep? Is it too late to get it back?