Everybody (who has had a proper childhood) can remember a certain time in their lives as a child when they were free; free from responsibilities, free from work, free from accountability, and, best of all, free from the time. I can remember when I was about six or seven years old and I had so much free time I didn’t know what to do with it. I had to sit down and purposely waste my time pondering what adventure I would embark on or what threat needed to be fended off. Some of my ideas were creative and good, others not so much.
Many times when I would become bored I would go fetch my thin army coat with dirt stains all over it, and my daisy, pump action, BB gun and run outside. I would play war for hours on end, defending my life’s existence. Sometimes the enemy would be gooey aliens from a far away planet, or sometimes, large ferocious beasts that had come up from the depths of our planet. Sometimes huge armies of evil men came to burn my house and steal the woman I loved. But their efforts were always thwarted Micah Miller the commander who never tires, never dies, and best of all never loses.
I played these war games with a blissful ignorance. They were as mindless as the real thing. I had no comprehension of the seriousness of war, or the consequences of violence. Of course in these games sadness of pain could be found nowhere, it was all about the hero. To me it was just a game where I succeeded in the removal of evil with nothing but happiness left. It was just one of my ways to pass my immense amount of free time.
There were lots of ways I filled my time. One specific time I can remember involves my cousin Eric and I. Eric was about a year older than I, but at our levels of maturity, age was not even a factor in our friendship. My cousin and I were being home- schooled by my mother. This allowed for much more free time than the average school- boy would be allowed. We would finish our schoolwork at around eleven o’clock in the morning, eat lunch, and...