Remember when you could fly. When the word you used most was why. When your super heroes would never die. When thoughts and dreams rained down from the sky. When almost anything could make you cry. When there was absolutely nothing you wouldn’t try. When you’d jump in with both feet screaming banzai. Why did you grow up and have to say goodbye. Now I’m left here all alone, just me, myself and I.

Scottie Somers