basti in the pine tree on his bird day. now he's fifteen. when i moved here and lived with him he was still a baby. i was in a hard struggle living in the basement under the stairs and he came down and visited me. now he's almost an eagle scout. i never made a webelo, but in an inward way he's the same and i'm the same and we recognize each other the way we did when we first met. this reminds me of me, how i used to either read and daydream in my room, or sit and watch from a tree. if i had a kid he'd be like basti.