I want to be little again.Back when everything was wondrousand surely magical.All of the magic dissipatesas we age, as we gain knowledge, as our wisdom grows.No more do we wonder,we know.We know why the sky is blue.We know why the grass is green.And we know why grass yellowsand diesin the winter.Science tells us.In a way,that is wondrous,that is magical.But it allows for no further ponderingbecause we know.Although, there...