I remember lying on the warm summer concrete sidewalk. Looking up at the steet light, waiting for it to signal time to go home. I contemplated life, not knowing much of geography, I wondered why I had been born in America, why I had not been born in Russia.
Don't want to talk about the past only but it seems like a good place to start.
Spent a lot of time outside growing up and I think young people now are missing out on that. It seems like we were always hiking, camping, fishing, partying, things like that.
I graduated high school...