My party had a Halloween theme which was a surprise. The pleasant voices filled the air and strengthen pleasantries are iron clad and flew like birds. A pier of nostalgia was there to contribute to this feeling, but the requirement was vast: forget your worries and adulthood. I cannot. There was an array of refrigerator magnets containing pictures of my youth. This was all lies.
A Memory and Adult Disillusionment (The Last Moment of Childhood)
C. M. B. Bell's Writing Universe 