When I was younger, one of my best friends and I would run through the woods in the back of their house playing explorers. So picture two five year olds just frolicking through the woods pretending we were on the run from assassins or discovering some treasure. There was the rare occasion that we’d be cowboys because they had a fancy rocking horse in th…
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