My 'Metaphor People' answer: Little Red Riding hood, before the wolf ate her granny.

Mine is Toronto, 5-7 July, 2002. My life was the best it's been and probably the best it'll ever be. I knew it then, though. My world was expanding like a sun going super-nova. Well, it went, and life got darker in the time since. I've lost a friend, and discovered my expectations of other friends and life in general were set just a bit too high. I guess that's what bitterness is: blaming the world for not living up to your expectations. The only solution is to quit expecting things, but I haven't quite figured out how to do that.

Where/when would I miss? It all comes down to things along the road from then to now, and there hasn't been that much.    Although some friendships have mostly come apart, they probably weren't destined to be what I'd expected (there's that ol' 'e' word again!), other people I met because of that weekend have become friends or closer friends. Endings have caused new beginnings, my fears have forced me to find some new strength, I've learned more about myself and others. I've learned that paying attention to the good stuff happening right now is important, because there's no guarantee that tommorrow will be anywhere near as good, and you just can't go back. I've been inspired by a strong need to find some meaning just to make myself feel better, written a shitload of songs and have a little bit more belief in myself. I write songs based on darkness, but they come out being about the possibility there's some sign of light, because I have to do that to stay sane.

I think I'd trade it all to go back, though, but time doesn't give us that chance. If it did, it's a good bet a lot of us wouldn't even grow up.