Adults are just making things up as they go along. And when they’re scared, adults have no more answers than us kids

I think that's what we all want, in the end.
To know that we left footprints when we passed by, however briefly.
We want to be remembered.
So remember us.
Please.
Remember us.

Dreams so often become nightmares. Family can so easily become foes. And people are always more stupid than you give them credit for.

In extraordinary times, the ordinary takes on a glow and wonder all of its own

I think we're peaking at the right time, just prior to the playoffs. The kids are really excited and they have brought the defense to our opponents, especially over the last six games.

I'm scared of screwing up my kids.