The chase

  It tells a story happened in her childhood. Boys invited her to join their sports. They took a snowball fight together. A snowball hit a driver's head and he started to chase them.
  What author learn about this experience is what ever they did in the childhood, they were always happy. They were happy to be exhausted and terrified.
  "If in that snow backyard the driver of the black Buick had cut our heads off, micky's and mine, I would have died happily, for nothing has required so much of me since as being chased all over Pittsburgh in the middle of winter running terrified, exhausted by this sainted, skinny, furious red headed man who wished to have a word with us. "
When I was reading this part, I felt I lost something. I lost my precious mind in these years. What always stayed in my mind before had gone. What made I lost those memory? Is it called a kind of growth? When I think about these things, the only thing comes up is regret. That can not be found back by acting like a child. We lost our childhoods from our mind.