The topic is supposed to be innocence, wonder, impression, joy, doubtlessness, whatever adjective, adverb that is the opposite of confusion, fear, impotence, irritation, frustration, etc. You get the picture. My teenage years in Germany set the pattern for many years to come. The availability of drugs and alcohol was so easy to acquire and the dramatic effects so beautiful to long for, it was no wonder I wanted to be Peter Pan for life. And I did. And I was. I don’t know how addled the minds were of the friends I hung out with, I just assumed they were just as mushed as mine. It’s a condition called fishbowl living. If you’re in the fishbowl everything looks the same on the outside from the inside. I did not have the ability to form an independent sense of self. It was frankly too frightening. I wasn’t allowed to be much of anybody at home with all the trouble I found myself in. My parents were too far out of reach for any “heart to hearts” and my brothers we