It's the early 1700's before James was known as Commodore. He was 10 and you were 8.

You both were young children oblivious of the future. Only caring for the present, with no worry of the future.

He was playing ball with his other school friends after school. The sun shined bright, as the trees made the sound of rustling and the birds sang.

The sound of children laughing filled the park they were on.