that little boy that loved to climb trees, wade in the river and push through a crowd to get closer to see………………..he’s gotten older………………… but that little boy is still me…..

that little boy that loved to play games………hated to lose…………….but was always willing to try again………………made friends easily and walked playfully in the rain………………………has gray hair now…………………but he’s still inside of me……………

that little boy that held his grandpa’s hand after it was broken and the hankerchief was covered in red……………helped him to his feet and we walked in the snow…………that little boy has grudgingly became a man and he remembers things that have stuck in his mind……………i have come to appreciate and love ”that little boy”……………………