When was I young? I walked yesterday along the Mall in Washington, DC. I stood on the face of the statue at Haines Point. The day was breezy and sunny and felt of summer. It reminded me of my youth. I had vivid memories of being happy and young as if the world were at my feet. I am happy now, but it is a more contented happy. Before, I had yet to accomplish or conquer. Now, I am occasionally tired from the battle, weary from the journey and nostalgic of the past. Time is more obvious to me. I feel I have grasp butÂ s sliver of my youthful vitality. My idealism and hope was overflowing then. The city has power in so many ways.