...if Marty McFly lived in Butte, MT!
Gross sister kisses.
Crisp August breeze (or is it freeze?).
Oh, the stories you'll tell your children's children.
Drinking hot cocoa on a rainy day,
Traveling like Marty McFly in his Dalorean-
The "remember when..." we all say,
Spurred by the reminder of a photo on our wall,
The deafening squeals and angry tears as we used to play.