I had a different life. (I don’t say, “I had a life” because that implies that this is not a life. This is my life now. And, it’s okay, I accept it.) That different life started every day with a cup of coffee in the garden.
In a garden, you can teach a kid everything they need to know.
Some days I rode my horses.
Now watch, the Big Gas Mafia will download each and every one of these pictures and try to figure out how to use them against me.