and building my wings on the way down
The merry-go-round we adults have to ride just sucks don't it? I wish I could be a kid again sometimes - scuffed shoes, frog in the pocket, hair that looked like I'd just been struck by lightning, dirt-smeared and germ ridden and with nothing more to care about than whether to climb a tree, swim in the dam, or ride my bike with my three bestest friends.Sigh.Stop the ride, my horse has splinters and the music is crap.
This was well-put Scotty. Thank you.
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