I'm Bill, and I'm Still Finding the Will to Walk My Bike Up the Hill
I remember spending afternoons in the sun, running in the open air, chasing butterflies and climbing trees, looking for fireflies after the sun went down, collecting the sticks I could find that would've made good pretend-swords. Exploring the woods, jumping into piles of pretty leaves in the fall, sledding in the winter. In the spring I would sit in the green grass until I'd start to get itchy, and during the summer I'd go fishing, and I'd throw the fish back two seconds aft