The wonder years
When I grow up, ripe and old
I am gonna be just like dad
I'll farm and keep mum company
For all that can be had
"Mario, are you coming home", his mother's voice called out from inside the kitchen. My dad had always been an outdoor kind of a person, right from the time he grew up as a child. He would scamper away from his house at the slightest of opportunities presenting itself in front of him to sneak away into the woods, or the backyard, or the park. He had a penchant for exploring little things that seemed inconsequential to most.
He could name all kinds of bugs, flies, birds, bees, lizards, frogs, fish and snakes. He wasn't afraid of holding anything in his hands and loved showing off his new finds to his friends.
He could name all kinds of bugs, flies, birds, bees, lizards, frogs, fish and snakes. He wasn't afraid of holding anything in his hands and loved showing off his new finds to his friends.
"Look, what I found, he would suddenly say", coming out of the woods, his eyes twinkling, holding so mething slimy in the hand for all to see. He knew all kinds of fish like tuna, pike, cod, salmon, catfish, discuss, and the marlins in the big lake by grand father's summer cottage.
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