There was once a time when my life was idyllic. The world was full of caring people, I enjoyed going to school every day, and I had done nothing that could haunt me in the future.

That time, of course, was my childhood.

The President of the United States, in my childhood, was Ronald Reagan. He was the face of the government, to my younger self, and seemed to me an exceptionally kind person.

Today I mourn the loss of that man.