My packet is here - I feel a twist between the anticipation of a freshman at College when they purchase their books and the mother saying goodbye to that child as they watch them grow up.

     Impossible?  I suppose - but I've never been normal anyway.  It's almost like I am opening a door to another world while wistfully observing my pastime get growing pains and try to stretch out of it's hiding place.  This is my time to strive again and enter another new world.