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We never knew how much our childhood meant to us. It was just there and it was so abundant that we thought it would never run out. We'd pick up handfuls of sand and dirt and watch it fall away slowly between the spaces of our fingers. That's all time really is to us. It's ours for a brief moment and then it's gone. But what good is it trying to hold on to handfuls of sand and dirt anyway? Let it fall, let it fall, let it fall. But let your hands get a little dirty, let your toes sink in it, let your tongue taste it.