I think that childhoods are extremely interesting. Do excuse me if I sound like an ego-maniac, but with a memory that stretches right up to the time I was three, I suppose I have a great idea on what childhood means. Vaguely, I remember how dumb kids can get. I once had a nursery class which tried so desperately to figure out what we were having for lunch, just for a crocodile sticker. I won in the end, with one try. Well, kids just couldn't figure out that wrong answers will always be wrong no matter how many times they are repeated. And there I was snickering away. Unfortunately, I remember yet another incident. On that fateful day, I saw my sister eyeing for this candy I held in my hands. I ate it up, and then I offered to get her another one. She nodded her head. I came back later with a piece of chilli and passed it to her. The young child, ignorant of the world apart from her family, did not suspect a thing. She slowly put it in her mouth, anticipating the sweetness of the usual candy. And then she cried, and she cried, and she cried. I stood there, grinning. Can't she figure that anything red means danger? Nevertheless, here's the conclusion. Childhoods are interesting, think of those tricks you can get away with by looking innocent. Of course, this only appliesi f you knew what was going on , and how to play the trick. TSK TSK, Pofun, you are so bad...