the good old days

the good old days melon stories

alostwriter O̶h̶, h̶o̶w̶ f̶i̶c̶k̶l̶e̶ l̶i̶f̶e̶ i̶s̶.
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I moved recently, supposed to be for the daily prompt yesterday...

the good old days

I remember the hot summer days in my old neighborhood when there would be eleven of us all pedaling around the neighborhood, and when we got tired enough,

we would sit on my father's trucks' tailgate and laugh as we ate refreshing slices of watermelon. Then someone would bring popsicles or Sprite and we would laugh the whole afternoon.

And when the sunset, we all ran off in different directions to play a game of Manhunt or tag, or otherwise to return home.

We would hide behind bushes and I remember that one moment when I thought he would kiss me. But he never did. And then the next day? We would do it again. And again. And again.

Those were the good old days.

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