As a child the things that I needed were always outdoors, under the big wide open trees or in the lakes and pools. I remember the snakes and fish that tickled my legs and feet, they were always too fast for me to catch with my bare hands. Digging deep holes in the earth and polling out worms, large crickets, and centipedes. I would set out side in the night when it rained and play in the poodles of water till I was satisfied. When I lay in bed at night I flex my muscles so much I would sweat. Ah, the sweat smell of the tangerines that grew in my back yard. I would chew on the seeds that came from it to see how much I can take the poisonous. The garden snakes I would great and be nice to them so that they would eat the insects that ate the garden. Life inside the house was boring.