He found a MIDI version of the Star Trek: Next Generation theme song saved somewhere among his backup files. He felt acute nostalgia as he listened to it. Not only because that series was better than any of the later Star Trek incarnations that he now happened to have on DVD, but also because it reminded him of the time when he first started watching TNG on TV. Those were the days, he thought. He was about sixteen at the time and had no idea how is life, and indeed, he himself, was to change in the coming ten years. He never (well, almost never) got tired to telling himself that life was not as simple as it used to be when he was a teenager. His readers, on the other hand, were a different story.