Waiting on the Simpsons

I'm sitting here waiting for the Simpson's episode to begin. Trying to make sense out of this blog. Some good threads, some things that definitely need explanations. Oh and of course rambling thoughts....can't have enough of those.
So what is the point? I don't know. This is a place where I come to expose myself like I cannot elsewhere. Have I done that? I say yes. The problem is I've done it in a very haphazard way. It's like a Van Gough where everything is a jigsaw. You are seeing pieces without definition. Not what I really wanted at all.
What I was thinking on is this. Post some pictures and tell a story. Recently, I was looking at old pictures of my youth. Grammar school youth. I think I was truly happy then. Which of course leads to the question am I not happy now?
No, I am not depressed. I do however recognize the difference between happiness as a child and as an adult. Even this year, I have had to come to the realization that time is moving faster.
If we compare childhood to a dog. Bear with me here please. A dog is just simplicity, it wants love and gives love in return. That is if you don't mess it up. We do tend to mess children up you know. Let us not get mired down there. I'm looking for a definition and failing to find it.
Basically my point is this, I loved my childhood as a dog loves its kind master. Undaunted devotion? Sounds a tad foreign, but it makes sense. Despite that my family wasn't perfect, who's is? I really had an awesome childhood. And I am glad for those memories.
That is where I think I would like to start, but who knows if I will. That's it for now.