’71’

72, 73, 74, 75, 76, 77, 78 of those cute little balls. Look at them lying there. Al fuzzy and bambi-eyes.

Wish I still was a kid so I could jump in, roll around and throw ’em in the air. Now I just know that wanting to do ‘cactus angels’ is probably a bad plan. So far for losing that childish innocence.