Why does Bob Dylan always seem to be right? These times, are in fact, a changing. Yesterday seemed to bring an unexpected end to a time known as "childhood." My youngest sister, Jamie, went off to college. It's been a few years now since I first flew the coop, and even longer since I was referred to as a child (well, perhaps not too long thinking back on particular situations, but nevertheless). Perhaps though I always thought of the four of us as an intersection though. Four individual lives waiting for the next to cross. Yet always on the same map. So it seems that at the intersection of childhood, the last one has crossed. As luck always has it though, the one approaching ain't so bad itself.