To approach the day as if the world depended on me to save it. To climb a tree with the intensity of someone on a mission. To ride my bike with a sense of great purpose and determination. And to run from here to there as if I were pursuing the evilest villain alive. Every day was a great adventure. It was an opportunity to live out the saga and storyline that I had imagined in my head. Every day was about being a seven-year-old boy created for something larger than himself. This was my summer at seven years old in Clifton Park, New York. I often fondly remember the…