Probably those rose-tinted glasses.
When you're young, everything is simple. You don't see all of the "bad" things, you don't see... Things are nicer: The sun is always brighter, the trees are always taller, the sky is always blue with fluffy cloud-creatures. You don't know war, you don't know pain, stress, responsibility, betrayal, heart-ache. When
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