Animals that fight to protect their young. Those were the greatest summers of my life, probably because soon after that I lost my father. Why was he so stressed, I used to wonder. Apparently she has no interest in my car, shame really. I shuffle through my discs looking for something to fit the mood.
Chicane is the first thing that comes to mind, sweet ambient music.
I depress the gas pedal a little more. Back in sixth. Canoeing with my father was always fun and challenging at the same time. He let me be in stern, so I had all control but also had to use my body to the fullest. Power always comes with a price I guess.