Mike Reynolds

After the harrowing, near-death experiences at the zoo, I promised my toddler self that I would play it safe and get into extreme sports. Rejecting the society that had began to mold my mind and personality, I spent many hours on top of Little Tykes cars piloted by my sister. As a young lad, I found the greater exposure to the atmosphere refreshing, so much so that I discovered a fond appreciation of philosophy. During one of these childhood romps of the mind, the car on top of which I was riding fell backwards. My sister remained safe, though I was damaged forever.

A set of stitches and a few years later, I began to dive into the interests of physical activity, clearly still suffering from the after effects of the head trauma.

Skipping ahead a few years, my path brought me to little league baseball games, little league soccer games, and little league football games.  After enjoying little league hot dogs with some major league gatorade.  My career in sports would lead to no success.  Football proved not enjoyable, but then the salvation emerged like so many sea monsters from the deep.

There was also the time where I could only see in black and white, with the exception of the color green.  It was kind of like that book some of y’all may have read.  You know, the one with the giving…the giving of color…colour

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