alyisonfire
One of my fondest memories brings me back to a time where a climbing frame could be a castle, and a swing could be a portal to another dimension. I miss those days, the days where I could feel infinite just because I climbed the biggest hill or where I waded through the strongest stream.
A long time ago someone once asked me what it was like to be a professional. So I turned to them, and took off my glasses and said to them. 'I don't know, you'll have to ask one.'