A long time ago, I used to lie on my bed and look out my window and watch the big elm tree as it died slowly.
And I used to watch the cars as they traveled by, some fast, some slow, from right to left, and left to right, and wonder where they were going to and coming from.
Once from my window I hit a bus with my BB gun. I was scared, because I knew I wasn't supposed to shoot buses, even though it was kind of fun.
And sometimes I used to hide behind my curtains and watch the pretty girls walk by my house coming back from the pool in the park.
But mostly I used to lie on my bed and think, and watch the big elm tree as it died slowly.