We loaded up my old station wagon with a tent, a Coleman in sleeping bags, some fishing

holes, a cooler a coax, three days before we had to be back.

When you're seven, you're in seven heaven, when you go in camping in the wild outdoors.

As we turned off on that old dirt road, you looked at me and swore,

that this could be the best day of my life.

I've been dreaming day and night about the fun we'll have.

Just me and you, doing what I've always wanted to.

I'm the luckiest boy alive.

This is the best day of my life.

It's 15th birthday, rolled around, classic cars were his thing.

When I pulled in the drive with that over, I thought that boy would go insane.

When you're in your teens, your dreams revolve around.

Several years ago, I heard the story about a kid with one arm who was playing baseball.

And I don't know, we must have been 11 or 12 at the time.

When I say playing baseball, I don't mean he was in right field, looking for four-leaf

clover, waiting until the game was over so he could get a snow cone.

I mean, playing ball.

This kid was all-star team quality.

And I hadn't thought about him in a while, but I would get emails from people once I mentioned

him.

Man, he's so, you know, Bryce McGee did this.

Sorry, I get a lot of emails, can you maybe give me a little context who Bryce McGee is?

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