I was over at a friend’s house for Easter today. We were talking about all the crazy memories we had and made from when we were a kid. Where we lived, there was nothing to do, so we have to make things up. Whether it was building things, getting lost in the forest, poisoning squirrels with anti freeze, we were bad kids, but it was fun. We had great times back then. I hope the next 20 or so years are as memorable.