memories

In one of the chapters of the book Peter Pan, theres a paragraph that describes what happens to little children when they fall asleep.
Their mothers come in to tuck them in, and once they see that the kids are asleep they start going through the dresser drawers of their child's mind.
They neatly and deftly sort through all of the memories and thoughts, horrified by the thought of where they might have picked this up, or holding this memory close to thier heart.
And finally, when the children wake up in the morning all of their naughty, selfish, sinful thoughts are stored away into the deepest drawers, and the lovely, bright, and cheery thoughts are fresh-aired and put right on top, ready for the kids to put on.

Last night, I wished that I could be a little kid again- that my mother could come in and arrange my thoughts so that all the yucky things that happened yesterday would be in the depths of my mind right now.
Of course it doesn't really happen, but don't you think it would be pretty nice?