I miss Mr. Rogers

[Nystul]

I had this odd feeling that any car that drove by would realize my incredible skills at all things related to sports (most notably Soccer, which I was indeed terrible at, and never played on a team), and wisk me away to play at a professional level.

And I always had this odd feeling that any car that drove by would get hit by my golf balls. Although, that wasn't really delusional, as many of those balls did end up on the street or in the cornfield beyond. I really miss that big yard...

I don't miss mowing it so much though. Especially when you have to be on the lookout for buried golf balls.