Some kids never really grow out of who they are—they just grow into it. My son was one of those kids. From the time he could walk, he was outside, chasing trails, building things, and throwing himself into whatever captured his imagination. He became an Eagle Scout, a carpenter, an artist, and eventually a firefighter. Every step, every turn, he carried that same fearless spark. I wrote this song, “Still That Kid,” to honor the thread that runs through all those chapters—the heart of a boy who never stopped showing up with courage, joy, and quiet strength.

And, yes.

That was a rat he just ran over with his tricycle.

Still That Kid

[Verse 1]

He rode his bike through winding trails
With muddy shoes and autumn gales
Beneath the trees, he’d shout and cheer
A fearless heart, no trace of fear

[Verse 2]

He pitched his tent beneath the stars
Mapped out the woods, explored afar
He built a swing, repaired the gate
With steady hands that wouldn’t wait

[Verse 3]

He painted skies in red and blue
Said all the things he couldn’t do
He felt the pull where voices cried
And chose to stand there, by their side

[Verse 4]

Now he drives a truck of red
Through smoke and fire, calm instead
In boots and gloves, he makes his stand
With quiet strength in both his hands

[Bridge]

From treehouse games and backyard days
To saving lives through heat and haze
From make-believe to rescue calls
He shows up strong when duty calls

[Chorus]

From bikes to boots, from play to pride
That spark he had still burns inside
He rides with kids, he laughs, he lives
Still flies through trails like he once did
He’s traded spokes for chrome and steel
But keeps that joy in every wheel

[Outro]

He still finds wonder in the day
The bravest, kindest kind of way

Still That Kid