I don’t know how you feel about poetry. As a schoolboy we were made to stand before the class and recite from memory lots of it, I really rather had been outside playing marbles.
But then, I thought with a kid’s brain. Now at 86 I’m no longer a kid. I no longer can get down on both knees in the dust with, “knuckle-down, venture-dules, lag for the line, and birdseye…” with my favorite “taw” (shooter).