Some of my clearest memories of childhood are the simple ones. Playing outside until the sky grew dark, laughing without worrying about time, and running home with dusty feet and a happy heart. Life felt lighter then, as if every day carried its own small adventure.

There were moments of comfort too—sitting quietly, listening to familiar voices, feeling safe without knowing why. Even the ordinary days felt special, because they were shared with people who made the world feel kind.

Now, looking back, those memories feel like soft echoes. Childhood didn’t last forever, but it left behind a warmth that still returns when I least expect it, reminding me of who I was before the world grew complicated.

@Joseph