I remember the tickling feeling of the grass as it brushed against my ankles.
The fresh summer air.
The way my hair moved in sink with the wind.
Every kiss the sun gave.
And how much my cheeks would hurt from smiling.
Even though we were all the same age, we all had different knowledge to teach each other.
I loved those days.
And every day I wish I can go back in time and relive those moments once again.
But those happy moments weren't the only things happening in that moment in time.
We had struggles.
How bad could it have been?
I can't scale it.
Nor do I have the words to describe it.
It simply was a lot for our young age to handle.
