We run, and we run. We run all the way across the parade square, to the spot where our younger selves used to sit.
I’m in brown again, no longer the military green that I was clad in a moment ago. I feel like I’m in all white back in my junior college again, a proud young man ready to take on the world at breakneck speed.
I look around, and I notice this isn’t the elevated parade square of my recent two soaring years. This is the parade square of my childhood years, an old but happy place of endless running and jumping. A place where I felt (and still feel) truly free.
We reach our spot, and we giggle like we used to all those years ago. Silly we seem, but happy we are.
“Here?” I ask with a smile spread across my face.
“Yeah, here” you reply with a sincere laughter.
I never felt free like this in a long time.
The next thing I knew, 8:40am. Blue stained sheets, old yellow blanket. I groaned, as all sense of happiness and freedom vanished into thin air in an instant.