First 300

How did it come to this? Life hadn't always been this way. We use to run it circles screaming, "You're it! You're it!"

"I tagged you that time! I did!"

"Nu uh!"

"Yeah huh"

Back and forth. Full of happiness and life.

Where did it go?

Did we fall one too many times and realize that there isn't always someone there to catch us? That there isn't always someone there to kiss our scraped knees and tell us that everything will be okay.

Did we scream of laughter too many times and now, because of that, it's harder to make ourselves that happy?

Or is it because we used up all of our wishing stars, using them on dreams and wishes that seem so small and pointless now, that our wishes have expired or have been withdrawn because of our excessive use of them when we were little and now, when we wish for things that matter to us today, it doesn't seem to ever come true?

There could be numerous reasons and possibilities to the fact that we can no longer love like we did back then. No longer laugh or play.

Some say it's just what comes with age. I guess it's a possibility, as is everything else. But I can't help but feel that it's something more than that. Something more complex or puzzling.

The perfect puzzle to the perfect mystery. After as many years as we've roamed this earth, there hasn't been any clear evidence to what the answer could be, not one.

Sure we have ideas, conclusions about the secret. The secret to why we seem to loose the light in our eyes or the skip in our step. There's something that changes how we look at things and life itself.

Then it hits me...