I drove past today to get Chinese from House of Lu. I keep looking for the new us- silly children running across the street to get energy drinks from the Kroger so that they could take them back to the field and play kick ball or point out all of the shapes in the stars or build forts or blaze new trails to the creek, racing eachother out of the woods. But I never see such crazy kids. I hadn’t seen anyone walking on that side walk since those days until today, but it was just someone by themselves probably on their way home from school or work. And this makes me realize that maybe we had all hit the jack pot with our giant group of friends. And that not many people our age were or will be so lucky. And that though we’ve all moved on now, maybe it was my job to be stuck in the past and remeber fondly for all of us. Afterall, everything changed so quickly and bitterly, it’d be hard for the one person who didn’t get too hurt to not be the keeper of time.
