Ever since you were born, you’ve loved music. Your mother tells stories of you bopping in your crib, baby-dancing to songs on the radio.
Your favorite hangout isn’t all that fancy. It’s comfortable, though: You’ve got places to sit, flat surfaces for your stuff, and your friends are always around.
If it was a snake, it would’ve bit you. Odd words from your grandmother, meaning that whatever you were looking for was practically right in front of you but you didn’t see it.
How many leaves are on the tree outside your window? That’s a question you may not be able to answer. How could you even count them all?