Best things in life aren't material

Remember the stone bridge separating our little worlds?

Underneath it, we were superheroes;

warriors defending their strong fortress.

Look the other way now;

we've just become astronauts.

There we stand on it, gazing at a cloudless sky,

reaching for the stars.

Us, little ones, carefree,

scarred knees, oozing blood

clothes covered in dust,

tangled-haired.

Nothing mattered, remember?

Remember the dry river?

Dry, you say? No, those were no pebbles.

Those were the most colourful fish I had ever seen.

But then again it may not have been a river, at all.

Sometimes, it was a bumpy ride for our brakefree bikes.

Sometimes, it was a rough football field.

Remember those marble steps?

Were they really just steps?

Could they have been a steep mountain, leading us to a giant's castle?

- Remember?

- I do!

- Do you see them now?

- Nothing is there but a road full of cars now.

- No, it's still there if you look closely. You'll see us, too, running around as always till our legs could not hold anymore. 

  

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

This made me smile, following along with you, seeing through young eyes. I played beneath a bridge, too, and wrote my name on the concrete. Seeing that same bridge now, I want to climb down and see if my writing is still there, these 50+ years later. You, as I, hold onto a bit of childhood, and that is a wonderful thing.

[Catlen]

Unfortunately, dear Sam, my bridge doesn't exist any more. The neighbourhood I grew up is nothing more than a large car park now. Tragic really! It was such a delightful place when I was living there.
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