Before WhatsApp, or any instant messages, or mobile phones, before any of it—there was just us. Just kids and a stretch of summer days that felt like they’d never end.
During school vacations, we’d head to the neighborhood ground. No calls, no plans, no way of knowing if anyone would even be there. But we still went. We just waited. Sometimes alone. Just stood there, eyes on the road, heart quietly hoping.
And then, suddenly, a friend would appear. That feeling—seeing them walk toward you—was pure happiness. No words could capture it. We’d start talking right away, nothing urgent, just random stories, jokes, or maybe some friendly teasing. We’d laugh. We’d wait. Then another friend would arrive. And then another. Slowly, the whole group came together.
No rules. No schedule. Just games. Laughter. Endless running and screaming like the world belonged to us. We made up games on the spot. We argued, we made up. We lived in those moments like they were the only ones that mattered.
We didn’t take pictures. We didn’t post stories. But those days? They’re etched in my heart forever.
That was friendship. That was life.
And the hardest part? One day, we played together for the last time… and none of us knew it.
We said bye like always, not realizing it was the goodbye.
We’re still friends. We still care. But we never went back to that ground the same way again.
We grew up. We moved on. And those days slipped quietly into memory.
But oh, what a beautiful memory it is.
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