I grew up with Awe, and he was always with me. As a child I found Awe in white puffy clouds, the noise of the street and the changing of the leaves. I saw awe in the building that punctured the sky, in the dogs that ran through the park, and the kites that swayed in the breeze. Awe was everywhere and with it, came questions; so many questions. What is this? What is that? How does this work? What does that mean? And with these questions came answers? They piled up in my head, but soon I realized Awe was all but gone. I rarely see him today. Have I stopped looking or was it really never there? Is awe ignorance? childish? All I now is I like having him around.