The gnarled old man sat on his crude bunk. His name was Jerry Buck. He was in death row for 1st degree murder and to be executed within the hour. Did it really matter? He'd had a life full of fun. Parties, drinking, gambling, drugs you name it, he'd done it. He'd had a good time doing those things, too. Jerry figured that was what mattered. He had no reason to worry, he thought. And yet, he couldn't shake this fear, this unshakable fear that kept on tearing away at his very soul. He tried not to dwell on it. But it just wouldn't leave him alone.
As cold drops of perspiration beaded on his hardened brow, Jerry's life flashed before his eyes. Namely, 70 years back. Into his childhood. Ah! His childhood! How he longed to have those happy, carefree days back now! Especially now! As he was taken back through the sands of time, one memory in particular stuck out: that of a small, but cheerfully sunny room. The walls were a relaxing shade of blue and there was a table in the center with