elsie child

Do you remember back when adults seemed like a thicket of legs, back when it was the bigger boys and girls went to school, back when you would joyfully attack a blank page with crayons and gusto?

How can people simply discard the joy of creation?
Do they suddenly stop in their middle age to recall a vague happy memory of art and feel bewilderment or do they taste the tang of regret?Poor grey suits!