I just got home from a road trip to California.  I went down for the memorial service of an old friend and to see my daughter.  The friend died of ovarian cancer at the age of 60.  She was one of those women of which nothing bad could be said.  She truly was liked by all and her tributes were many.  Her husband had made numerous collages of their photos and it was great to see pictures of us with our babies and young children.  Why does looking back give us the impression that everything was simpler then?  I know it wasn't, but what drives us to think so?