Best Time

Today my cowboy boots took me to Ritchie County. Much occurred, then I came home. I find myself coming up with many good ideas to discuss and being able to formulate ideas in my head while driving recently. Tonight, I began thinking of a time long ago, the best time of my life.
I realize that most people are still looking for the best time of their lives, and some have that special trip or day that was their best time. My was not a trip, or a day, it was a period in my life. When I was young, during the summer evenings, the youth of our area all gathered in our back field. We would sit, start a small fire and talk and then we would play capture the flag and tag and such games. It was just a bunch of kids in the woods running around chasing each other, but I will never forget they way those nights felt.
It was freedom and it was scary and it was wonderfully empowering. It was just a few months for a few years of summer evenings, but that was the best time of my life. When I am out alone in the dark. When the summer evenings get that thickness to the air. When I feel dew as the sun sets. I remember those nights and the inspiration that they instill in me.
I think to ask my friends now if they would all gather in a field and we could run and chase each other about. Would it be the same? Could we bring back the feelings of freedom? Or is that a thing of my past, of my youth? Most likely they would find it a ridiculous notion as I myself do now that I am out of my dark car alone on the interstate musing.
With the identification of my best time however, I am left to wonder on what to look forward to. i must believe that there is something else in life that will instill such feelings of freedom and empowerment in me, but that is only speculation, but a speculation that I will explore to the fullest. After all, in the search for the best thing to top the best thing, I will uncover many next to best things and in the present tense that may be better than my memories of those summers.