Where do you find your childhood? Is it weaved into a colorful afghan that you’ve had since you were little, and you can’t part with it? Maybe it’s in yellowed photo albums with those sticky pages or boxes in your basement that hold knick-knacks and treasures from a time not too long ago, it seems. Although, if you’re being honest, it really has been a long time.

How is it possible for decades to pass by without noticing?

Perhaps your childhood is buried in the sand and washed away by years o...