Fred rested in the hammock with his hands behind his head, studying the slowly moving clouds overhead.
It was times like these that he really enjoyed being alive. While everyone around his were running around going insane trying to figure out what they were going to do next with their lives, he had made a point to enjoy himself.
More times than he remembered, his dad had told him to enjoy life instead of racing through it, and he was glad he listened. He’d experienced more in the last six months than in eighteen years. He owed the old man.