All About Us

Nostalgia, I always thought, was reserved for the elderly. For the ones that did not enjoy the moment while it passed them by. And although I wasn't particularly old, I discovered nostalgia affected the cowardly, which, at the time, included me.

To fully explain all the ways in which I was cowardly I must begin confessing what made me that way. Or rather, who.

He was, to put it mildly, an uncontrollable bundle of energy. He never stayed still and had an insatiable curiosity for the world and the people around him. He experienced his youth with a fierce fervor I never did get used to. In many ways, he was everything I was not. And maybe that's why, at the beginning, I never pushed away from him.