I guess I have always been a little sensitive. My father use to sing the song to me" rain, rain go away, little ...When I left home as a teenager, I took with me so few of my personal belongings." One item was a Hummel with a little girl holding an umbrella. When it was broken it was the first and last time I cried over something material in nature. Time has passed so quickly in one way, slow in another. But there was moment in time when the song " I am singing in the rain" came into play. The old adage" into each life a little rain must fall." When you find things that you don't understand or can't comprehend, you have to know when to step away. I guess I have always found away to escape, sometimes it was through music, daydreams, writing and even work.