Firefly for the Janitor on Floor 3

MonkeyNathan
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Do you remember being 9 years old? Maybe even 11 and 12. Those were awesome times. Looking back on them it seems that it's just a block in my memory reserved by a number or a place holder or something. It's almost as if, to simplify things, I condense complex memories and put them into a broader category. It's really a shame because I know I can remember more than I actually do. While thinking about my childhood earlier I decided to venture back to the memories that rest on the horizon of forgotten. The memories that I pretend that I still hold firmly while secretly they slip away from me.
When I think about my childhood one of the first things that pops into my head is trees. When I was little I was a tree climbing fool. There was no tree too daunting to climb. I always went to the absolute top and laughed and the peons below me that were too chicken to make death defying leaps to tiny branches. Those were the days! When life was going to school to learn how to write and coming home to scale the tallest trees and ride around town in bike gangs.
Speaking of bike gangs, I was in one. Not a "gang" of course. There weren't a bunch of 3rd graders cruising around popping caps in old ladies and speeding off on our Huffies. We just got together and bragged about who could go the fastest. Of course, to go the fastest, you had to tackle the baddest hill in town. HEAD FIRST, NO LOOKING BACK. In my home town, there was just such a hill. A hill so legendary amongst the kids in Four Oaks that it got it's on name. Carter's hill.
No one really knows who Carter is or was, at least no one in my generation, but none of us seem to care. We just know that it's crazy fun to fly down on a bike. When you get good enough you let go of the handle bars and let your arms go. It's like soaring in the face of reality for 4 seconds and laughing at it!

Such good times should never be forgotten but then maybe that's how we become adults. Perhaps it's up to our kids to remind us what life is really about when they come along, and give us the juice to make it through the next 30 years. Regardless of what my mind will or won't allow me to keep I plan on staying a kid forever. EAT THAT REAL WORLD!!