The things i remember when I look back on my life are the little things from my childhood, the things so small and unsubstantial that no one would ever think to notice them, let alone reflect on them when they were on their deathbed. The sound of a fan in my childhood bedroom, the heat and humidity of the summers spent with my dad in the south. The sounds of my old, long lost friend's laughs, back when we were young and laughter came so much more easily, naturally, as if we didn't have a care in the world, though we claimed we did. The boys we would soon forget took up our time and energy, and schoolwork seemed such a burden that we could never even imagine a time when there would be struggles more important in life then your Algebra 1 grade for the term or who you would go to the winter semi-formal with. Those things no one would remember as soon as they left home into the world. No one but me. I remember all of it. I miss it and long for those simple days when right and wrong were crystal clear. I wish it could have stayed that way forever, but all that remains of that time are my fading memories.