As a young boy, I remember the slow passage of the days. Time seemed to be abundant with so many moments, minutes, hours, and days just to do and to play. Like a summer afternoon spent lazily skipping rocks, hunting squirrels, playing cowboys and Indians with friends, and maybe a game or two of street hockey out in the pouring rain. Time to fit everythi…
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