This image of a young bison in Yellowstone National Park by Flickr user fiznatty helped be shake off my adult onset ennui and remember just how awesome childhood (and bison life) is. Do you think that if I killed and ate that little guy that I could absorb his life force? Probably not. I think that’s frowned upon anyway. Oh well. I guess I’ll just go look for fireflies.
Youth truly is wasted on the young. When I was a kid, I was thoroughly entertained – for hours! - by simply spinning in circles or making a funny sound. I could kill an evening catching fireflies or jumping from couch to couch while avoiding the “lava” that was the carpet. As an adult, I find myself searching for interesting restaurants, purchasing unnecessary gadgets and generally making my life more complicated than it needs to be. I miss the simplicity of childhood. I also kind of wish I was a bison. I think those two things are related.