Not always though.  Once I was headed two towns over from my previous residence when  I saw this one that was black,  Just meandering through the forest.  It looked as if he hadn't a care in the world.  Oh how I envied him.  Snacking on berries climbing trees for the pure thrill of it all. As I was boarding the bus an older gentlemen noticed the onion I had tied to my belt, which was the style at the time. The bus cost 5 cents back in those days. Or a bee as we called a nickel in those days.   Gimme 5 bees for a quarter you'd say. Which is what we called a nickel at the time. I was headed 2 towns over to pick up supplies for the rapidly approaching winter. My onion had already begun to wither  which I took to be a sign that I wasn't a spring chicken anymore myself. Oh how I envy the youth of today. They say that youth is wasted on the young  but I whole heartedly disagree. Skipping rocks, jumping rope, you mean to tell me you me these are wasteful activities you won't convince me Never