Just got back home after watching my childhood pass before my eyes. I cried. I laughed. I worried. I bawled my eyes off. I felt proud to be a part of this generation. A generation, that had a cute little brother, who grew up with us. A world, where we could escape whenever we wanted. A world, that taught us to believe in magic. Taught us to stand up against our fears and see the light.
We had a magical childhood. Which has ended. But the magic still lives on~!
1997-2011.
I solemnly swear to carry this story with me for the rest of my life.