Often Out Of Periods Of Losing Come

There's Always Someone Who Is Trying To Help.

Our Children Are Extensions Of Ourselves In Ways Our Parents Are Not, Nor Our Brothers And Sisters, Nor Our Spouses.

Often, Problems Are Knots With Many Strands, And Looking At Those Strands Can Make A Problem Seem Different.

It's A Beautiful Day In This Neighborhood, A Beautiful Day For A Neighbor. Would You Be Mine? Could You Be Mine?... It's A Neighborly Day In This Beauty Wood, A Neighborly Day For A Beauty. Would You Be Mine? Could You Be Mine?... I've Always Wanted To Have A Neighbor Just Like You. I've Always Wanted To Live In A Neighborhood With You. So, Let's Make The Most Of This Beautiful Day. Since We're Together We Might As Well Say: Would You Be Mine? Could You Be Mine? Won't You Be My Neighbor? Won't You Please, Won't You Please? Please Won't You Be My Neighbor?

We've Forgotten What It's Like Not To Be Able To Reach The Light Switch. We've Forgotten A Lot Of The Monsters That Seemed To Livein Our Room At Night. Nevertheless, Those Memories Are Still There, Somewhere Inside Us, And Can Sometimes Be Brought To The Surface By Events, Sights, Sounds, Or Smells. Children, Though, Can Never Have Grown-up Feelings Until They've Been Allowed To Do The Growing.