My favorite quote from my granddaughter, and one I remind her of now and again, is when we had gone for a little drive and I drove past and showed her the house in downtown Chicago I grew up in. She spent some time looking at it and then we had this epic conversation:
“You lived there?”
“Yes. It looks small now, but it was huge to me, especially when I was your age.”
“Did they change it after you left?”
“Not really. The driveway is different, but otherwise no. Why?”
“Well, it was long ago so I figured it was in black and white.”
I had to pull over. It’s an innocent world view but I was gasping for air laughing that she somehow thought color itself wasn’t invented until the 50’s or whatever.
