Childhood is so disillusioning.

““To remind us that our lives are made of blank sheets waiting to be filled,” Lillith replied.
“The book of life is open when we are born, and it closes with our death. We write in it continually, but no matter how much we write, what joy or sorrow we experience or what mistakes we have made, we will always turn the page, and tomorrow’s page is always blank.””
- “Dragons of the Highlord Skies” by Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman