When You Were Young

The sun was always warmer back then.

When you were young, the world felt warmer – or maybe that’s just how we remember it. This short story dives into the magic of childhood memories, friendship, and the small moments that stay with us forever.”

Or at least that’s how it felt. We’d sit under the fig tree, legs crossed, weaving stories out of clouds. You used to say the biggest ones looked like ships, ready to sail away if we just believed hard enough.

Sometimes you laughed so much you’d cry, and sometimes you cried without knowing why. I never asked. I figured the world was too big for you sometimes – it was too big for me too.

Now, I walk by that same fig tree, and the branches seem lower, as if the years pulled them closer to the ground. I reach out and run my fingers along the bark. The laughter isn’t as loud here anymore, but if I stay still long enough, I can hear it.

The ship clouds still pass by. And I still believe they might carry us somewhere, if we let them.

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