We were young and innocent once. We wore our hair in matching braids, and refused to wear shoes. We sat in the grass and counted the freckles on our skin, we wandered through the forest in search of creatures, we spun in circles until we felt sick. Fingers intertwining, hearts swelling with happiness, we dreamed of magical places, and pretended to be adventurers.
The echoes of youth still linger. Someday I’ll go back there to chase the memories, before they fade with the setting sun.