He is one of my all time favorite people. We met in school and have had many adventures since. Cedar and I have metal-detected in playgrounds and found sand and bullets, we have built things, we have drawn things, painted things, watched weird movies and the like.
Cedar now has a MySpace page and blog--
I could try and describe to you Cedar but I am not that good. His words will have to speak for himself:
"Yes, as promiced here is the first of many adventures, most never shared with the world befor, now cast into cyberspace.
When I was nine I got a Barlow knife form my Grandpa, (Tom Sawers knife, I proudly told all who would listen) My parents thought it was cool, so I caried that thing around in my pocket for the next few years. I cut my self badly, many times, but that is all part of growing up and good ol Mom would just tape my wounds closed and send me on my way. I cut bows and swords and cleaned countless fish with my knife. It now lies gathering dust in a drawer some were back home. With that knife I carved a sword from a stick of wood and then walked miles away from home at all times of year, with only that and my knife as portection. Now I see children who are that age(9-10) and think, good gravy, what was I doing out wandering at that size? The first bear that came along could have had me for dinner. But I rember thinking at the time that if I did run into a bear I would kick its butt. I was confident that I could kill anything with a wooden sword and a pen knife. Sadly my over confidece has only grown stronger with age."Visit early and often. You can bet I will.