The story of a boy

This is the story of a boy. A story of a boy who kicked and cried all night. A boy who stumbled and gurgled. A boy who skipped stones on water. A boy who scaled walls and hedges. A boy who fashioned swords of sticks and fought dragons. He even rode a unicorn. A boy who stammered. A boy with one toe bigger than the other. A boy who helped old women across the street.

This is the story of a boy who slept alone. A boy who walked into a wardrobe and became a king. A boy who imagined a space trip, and rode a whale. A boy who tendered stray dogs, and caught dragonflies. A boy who went to school, and made many friends. A boy who was on a team, and stood second in every race.

This is the story of a boy who became a man. He had an education. He cut himself when he shaved. He fell in love, and hurt himself. He loved again and became rich. The story of a boy who waited tables, swept floors and burned the midnight oil. A boy who became rich and bought a fancy car. A boy who saved money, and wasted away his lungs.

This is the story of a boy who had a son. A boy who was mother to a daughter. A boy who with a beer belly who walks a mile every morning. A boy who painted the sky, and wrote his autobiography. A boy with wrinkles on his face and a stick in his hand. A boy immortalized as a Lego piece. A boy whose pictures other boys put up in their rooms.

This is the story of a boy. Any boy. Perhaps, every boy.