I've lived just long enough to watch and see...no small portion of life ( both past & present, on-going soon to be future & soon will be past) reappear and repeat itself. However often, in the fashion of a loss.

   Yet no matter how this appearance of losing may be viewed as a regularity among humankind, one should consider: A loss can only be realized from the standpoint of something having already been accomplished, built, established or held in possession. 

   No, not only tangible things. But also the parts of ideas, mentality, culture, beliefs, emotions, memory, fear, love, and, one's sense of the place they hold or contain in the world...can also be lost.

   On that note, how many of us have owned the Golden ticket. It went something like this:

I remember leaving the house with the doors unlocked...neighbors coming in and borrowing something (usually sugar, flour, etc.) from these unlocked homes...the same neighbor leaving a note informing you of said borrowing, and them repaying it in double if not triplicate. I remember no bars on the doors or windows of homes. I remember sleeping in backyard pup tents and waking up un-molested...and still there. Bicycle adventures taking us miles from home, into strange neighborhoods, and us returning with everything intact. 

I remember being given food, snacks or treats on steamy hot or bone chilling days or nights, with no fear of its safety, even though the giver was a neighbor we'd never met before. I remember being held accountable to my elders, parents, other children, animals, property, authority, society and country. I remember being regarded in kind by the same...that is, regarding my childhood child-mind scope of things. Because as an adult, things changed.