My past is really not a good one. And it's not something that can just walk out of my mind.
My childhood was perfect. The friends I had I played with every day. Rain, Snow, Cold, Hot, and Cloudy days would never stop us. We gathered all under a tree right by the alleyway. "We" as in Me, Faith, Brook, Regan, Jack, Steven, Bobby, and Marsay. We took over the street. We never left it. The street was our home. We played games such as tag, hide and seek and we also raced on bikes and scooters. Life was amazing and I was ALWAYS happy. Though not happy for long. About a year later Regan and Jack moved. They were brother and sister so they had to go together. Now it was just the 5 of us. Then about 2 years later Bobby left too. He moved away and then thats when I got depressed. Bobby was the first friend I ever had. Its sad that I won't ever see him again. Then Steven moved. Steven and I were close. We played with beyblades when the others weren't home or allowed out or something. He was pretty funny too. I have no clue if I will see him again to be honest. Then Marsay moved. He and I weren't really as close as me and the others were. But its okay. Faith and Brooke still remain on the street with me. But they will be moving soon. Soon I will be the only one left, sitting on the wall of the alleyway we all used to play in. I'd still do that imagining the times we all had together.
I Cried While Writing This Part
