Alfred Eisenstadt Time-Life Inc.
But birth was only the beginning of that greater euphoria known as childhood. It was a time of intense emotions. The pain of a bruised knee seemed to hurt more than it should. The joy of something as simple as an ice cream cone was far more boundless than we would later remember it.
It was a time of other private worlds. Worlds far outside the expanse of space, yet more accessible than a friend or parent. Childhood was the foundation for the metaphysicians. It still is.