Just a thought.

Ever wondered how as kids we always thought everything was smashing, great, awesome. Just Bindaas!
And how as we grow up the superlatives are all replaced by nice, okay, good and so on.
Are our previous younger day experiences so amazingly wondrous that everything pales out in comparison? Perhaps Painful Growing Up lessons include a whole chapter devoted to Modesty? Do we grow up to be dignity personified selves only to be painfully shy to acknowledge the best times we had? Or maybe we are just plain superstitious to not to want to jinx our good luck?