To Whom it May Concern.
To whom it may concern... Hello, remember me? That inner voice of imagination? the ever present voice of adventure? Yeah, it's you, Your inner child. Remember the days when you used to be carefree? With no worry in the world, you used to run up and down the lawn. To forts in the forest, and to forts made out of boxes and pillows. Remember how it was with 0 responsibilities? Every new day gave into a brand new world, the grass was always green. The sky was always clear. Remember the time you would build traps to protect against intruders? Or the deer ticks you used to track from the days spent outside? You and your brother. Always into something. Good guys and bad guys, cops and robbers, cowboys and indians. To this day I still can't remember what drove us to climb that roof. Remember the pellet war? We used to throw missiles at those trying to invade our fort. Yes, I remember when your brother got hit in the eye with a burning stick. Mom and Dad