I watch up the old country road through my study window and my mind slips back into a time of the past. My brother and I would walk down this same road and watch the pheasants and rabbits walk through the bushes and across the icy patches this time of year; we was on our way down to our friends to play hockey on a large pond by his house. I long sometimes to play on that pond and enjoy the fellowship of all my friends. Oh how I enjoyed my childhood!
~ Winston Staples