We all have skeletons in our closets. But some of those skeletons have been there so long that they resemble the models that teachers wheel out for anatomy class. What makes a skeleton really creepy is when it hasn't been hanging around quite long enough to have developed a clean, clinical, appearance. It is here, in this territory of 'what you may have to regret' or in the area of 'what someone else now needs to own up to and make amends for' that the most marvellous potential for progress now presents itself. If there is a ball and chain around your ankle, who put it there? If bars at your door prevent you from going where you please when you please, how did you get into such a cell? Presumably, it all has to do with something you did or chose. So now why can't it be undone? Why can't another choice be made instead? I'm not speaking here about legal systems of confinement or punishment, I just want you to look at the way in which you have imposed limitations on your own freedom for reasons which may no longer be appropriate.