Jack could remember being young and feeling powerful and strong. Like he had the ability to do anything he put his mind to, anything and everything was possible. In a young boy's heart that's most important of all. In Jack's perfect world there was no hurt, no barriers holding back the horses from the race. Innocent, free, loved. When he was young he'd count the stars in outer space, coming up the complex ways to reach them and shake hands with the creatures near by. In a child's world that was possible. Now he views the stars as only fire balls billions of miles away with absolutely no life near by. He tries to awaken his creatively but it died along with his father. The end of innocence came too soon.