Ah yes, the care free days of riding my big wheel, playing with hot wheels cars in the dirt, messing with bugs, and just lying in the grass, looking up at the puffy clouds and imagining they were all kinds of animals. Not a care in the world except that life was good.
I think that every day. Sometimes I wish I was 8 years old again growing up in a small town.
Ah yes, the care free days of riding my big wheel, playing with hot wheels cars in the dirt, messing with bugs, and just lying in the grass, looking up at the puffy clouds and imagining they were all kinds of animals. Not a care in the world except that life was good.
Brings tears to my eyes just thinking about it. I must be getting old.