Big Pictures, Little Ears

When I was young I used to listen to the bottom of the ocean inside of a conch shell but as I grew older I found if you puncture the shell it makes a fine blow horn. This is similar to the relationships I have with my peers. When I was younger I believed I could hear the ocean inside of a conch shell but as I grew older I found the more I listened the softer it got, the less I listened the more it sounded like a blow horn.