I don't remember much, just the smella' pushed on grass and the warmth of her tanned skin. We weren't young, we weren't old, we just were. There were people here, there were people there, hell, it seemed there were people everywhere, and everyone came for the same reason. Country music. It might seem silly to some, heck, it's probably foolish to most, but for a time we were all unified, yet we were all free, just like two ravens dancing on a north breeze. Did any of it ever even happen? I don't know, but I guess that's just the thing 'bout the time of your life...