Sometimes you're the bug and other times you're the windshield
As my children and the rest of our communities children grew up, I would release each new monster, which formed in my mind’s eye, into the shadows of my yard. And from what I’m told, they are still lurking about the neighborhood in search of delicious children brave enough to play games of the night.
Every new path we explore leads to a new adventure
No one can make a snow angel without an involuntary smile and happiness exploding from the far corners of their being, this is a universal proven phenomenon around the world (at least until proven otherwise).