I used to believe high school was hard.
I used to believe the Oscars were fun to watch.
I used to believe the Philadelphia Flyers had red uniforms. (My grandfather's colour tv wasn't quite spot on).
I used to believe Darryl Sittler was a God and that Tim Foli was the best shortstop in the history of the world.
I used to believe spending a hot summer afternoon at a small town swimming pool on the prairie was the height of leisure.
I used to believe that eating a wiener and a slice of bread, washed down with a bottle of Orange Crush, all while sitting on the banks of the Raven River with a fishing pole in hand, was the height of culinary delight.
I used to believe that riding a bicycle across a small prairie town was hard . . . . .
I used to believe 15 cents for a comic book and 10 cents for a chocolate bar were pretty stiff prices.
I used to believe digging tunnels in big snow drifts was safe . . . .
Cowperson
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Dear Lord, help me to be the kind of person my dog thinks I am. - Anonymous
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