Before our time

Who was I throwing that apple at? Was it the larger Swier? I mean, who can resist scooping up a juicy brown wrinkly sphere, aware of the possible sweet explosion it could have upon impact? A blemish on my otherswise stoic and uneventful resume, I am sure.
What will be even worse is when Cadence and I get thrown out for doing the same thing. He is so much like me, its unbelieveable. I can see it now, not only will I get kicked out, but I will have chucked the apple too hard at Cadence, he will be crying something like, "but I wanted to jump on the apple!" and the staff will be threatening to call the police. They won't believe me that I am just doing some "Wild at Heart thing" with my son. Cause that's what we were doing, right? We were just before our time. We were taking risks, discovering our adventurous spirits and awaking our souls to the warrior within us. Pretty soon, it'll be a part of some John Elderidge retreat. Everyone will go to the local Wal-Mart and get kicked out.
The picture is not really us, but I thought it appropriate.