Once you know something, you can't unknow it.

A very unlofty analogy comes to my mind.  Before I 
acquired a dog, I saw the park in front of my house 
as a lush carpet of grass. Now I know that it is a 
smorgasbord of cunningly hidden hound excrement, a veritable
pu-pu platter of poop.  In any event, I don't grab a blanket 
and head for a picnic on the emerald sod as often as I used
to.

The last five years have been filled with learnings, some
good and some bad.  I married my school sweetheart. My 
parents died within 3 months of each other. I retired. 
I popped two discs in my back. I got a dog. Did I already
tell you that?  Everyone got older.

 
My email is er@gollyzoom.com