...I still remember flypaper. And I remember the languid summer days that came with it, apples slowly ripening in the orchard, evening fields filled with fireflies. Then was a warm, green world of bare feet and dappled sunlight. We squandered those days luxuriously, climbing trees, hunting newts, inventing games. We launched dandelion seeds when they began, milkweed seeds when they ended. In between was a time of discovery, freedom, and joy.