When you look through a keyhole, and see the person you once were?
As for myself, I am just pleased I have mended my ways. I realise ( NOW) my time as a witness was a keyhole that looked in to the ground, and licked the elders arse. So now the keyhole I am looking through is sky bound and I no longer need lick any bodies arse.
But if I am honest, I do feel a little shame and embarrassment that I spent so much time in that cheap motel, where the cost of accommodation was bombed-out natural affection,and association with a pack of wolves, and stray dogs who lived on a patch of grass in a mental religiouse asylum. Particularly when the walls of freedom were always on the edge of town....