If only I could turn back time and live that moment once more, that moment right before I learned. Oh how I would savor it like the last drop of honey tea on a cool November evening. It would be like the fresh breeze coming off a field of overgrown daisies; sweet, refreshing and fleeting. That moment is precious I tell you. More valuable than you could know. It is the instant that life goes from all things good to pain and discontent. Those last few seconds before you learn are the freest you'll ever be again. It'll be the last time you'll ever smile of genuine happiness rather than happiness in-spite of. The last moments before you begin a life of buts, ands, ors, what-abouts, how's bouts, and then agains. It is the last moment of your youth.
I hope, truly hope you never grow up to learn the truth.