The Simplest of Times

When everything didn't seem so impossible, and impossible was a cabinet a mere metre tall. When it didn't matter how hard or loud you laughed, how wide or deep you smiled. The last of its kind came as a common occurrence at the time.

The taste of sweet sweet candy lingered on my tongue, and my fingers were already reaching for another to pop into my eager mouth. I frolicked around, ran through the playground, slid down slides and bounced off the ground. It was a typical Saturday morning. The last of its kind. Little did I know that my world would be flipped upside down, and next Saturday would be full of frowns.

A dark cloud loomed over me, as if to warn of the rocky road ahead. Threateningly, the sky turned ashen grey.

But alas, all I cared about in that moment, was the sweetness that reminded me of all the treats that awaited me.