I miss many things. I miss being young, carefree, and the unaware feeling of not knowing and not caring about stuff that didn't matter. The days of utter freedom of just being a boy, a kid, and learning by the school of hard knocks. Playgrounds, and backyards. Hours upon hours of just me and my BB Gun in the woods. I recall watching a movie about this man traveling across states by riding a small lawn mower towing a trailer to go see his brother that was dying. And at some point during his trip, he encountered a group of young men (bicyclist) out on the open roads, and they passed him like he was standing still. They hollowed and chanted as they blew by him. Well later that evening, that old man on the mower come upon a place to make camp for the night, and sure-nough all the fellas on them bicycles were there. The old man pitched his tent, had fire and was sitting with his supper when a few of them young fellas came over. The old man was sharing some thoughts, and telling his story, when one young fella spoke and said: "hey old man, what's the worst part of getting old?" And the old man replied,....."remembering what it was like to be young."
