I had a great childhood. I was the only child and was spoiled to no end with love, gifts and attention from my parents. It was all I could have hoped for really. Although, last week a small piece of my memories was taken away from me.
Jenna and I saw a trailer for the new The Pink Panther movie, and the thirty seconds that followed made my last twenty-three years of existence a sham.
Jenna informed me that there was no panther in the movies or cartoons. The stories revolved around Jacques Clouseau; not a panther. All this time I had believed The Pink Panther was about a pink panther.