Joey stood at the edge of the playground, his eyes darting from one group of kids to another. His fingers tapped rhythmically against his thigh as he tried to decide which game to join. "Hey Joey, wanna play tag?" one of his classmates called out, pulling him momentarily from his thoughts.

Joey found it hard to focus as the teacher explained the math problem on the board. His pencil twirled between his fingers, and his gaze wandered to the window where birds flitted between the trees. "Joey, can you solve this equation for us?" the teacher asked, drawing his attention back to the lesson.

Joey sat on the floor, surrounded by a maze of building blocks. His mom watched with a smile as he constructed a towering castle. "You’re really creative, Joey. Maybe you’ll be an architect someday," she mused, watching his focus shift from one idea to another.

Joey sat on a bench, his sketchbook open on his lap. He sketched the ducks, his mind racing with ideas for stories and adventures. "I like being outside," he thought to himself, feeling the cool breeze on his face.

Joey felt a surge of energy, his mind buzzing with excitement as he ran from one play area to another. His friends tried to keep up, laughing as they chased him. "Joey, slow down!" one of them called, but he was too caught up in the joy of the moment to hear.

Joey lay in bed, his eyes slowly closing as he recounted the day’s adventures. His mind, usually racing, began to quiet as he drifted into sleep. "Tomorrow is another day," he thought, a smile playing on his lips as dreams of new adventures awaited him.