It’s those little successes that taste so sweet.
I lived vicariously through others. Just ask my brother. I convinced him to by the comic books so I could read them.
It’s fun to see boys get all excited when they race cars. They can think up some original tracks. They combine racing with a theme park ride to make the ultimate car experience.
One of the things I’m not keen about growing up is when you have to act responsible when there is work to be done. Forget the raking! Can’t I just jump in those leaves once?
Of course, the other downside of growing up is the forty-year old, big body isn’t taking that jump in the leaves as that ten year-old body. Someone get the ambulance, please.