Back then, before I had to move, my brother and I had four other other friends that we played with at a secret garden behind my old elementary school. Now it was spring break, and my old distant childhood friends were coming over to stay at my place for the whole week. I felt nervous seeing them again, when I suddenly realized: They had changed. They weren't the same children that I knew since I was four. They grew up, just like me. They changed, made new friends, their morals were different. I think they also had forgotten about me just like I had to them. However, as I began to spend time with them, playing our little games again, I realized that they might not have changed at all. But is going back to save our dying childhood world really the way to bond? Copyright © Ann ona Miss. All rights reserved.All Rights Reserved
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