Okay. So we all go through the teenage angst thing. What is this life about? OMG. Why am I f*cking here? Then, age 24, I had a baby - not planned, but hey, who's running this show? Then, another two because I don't have time to play with them all day long, but heck, they can play with each other. Then, I'm too busy to think about, what is this life all about anyway? Now, they're going through that whole thing - why am I here??
And the cycle continues.
Now I'm 52 - and I really do just want to have fun, because tomorrow, I might be dead. And dead lasts a long time.....
This creek is on my place :)