The hardest thing about life is remembering all of the things that were better before...

After each wash and dry cycle,

that once soft blanket begins to clump into small sticky broken fibers.

Chocolate ice cream no longer tastes like childhood innocence,

but rather a heartbreak remedy for sad rainy days.

Your favorite pair of shiny shoes that your mom bought you for school,

is packed tightly in a blue bin labeled "Haley 2009".

The tree house that seemed like a palace full of potential when you were younger,

now sits as a tiny shack with spiderwebs and lost memories.

...And so with each passing day we are forced to remember things that were better before. Better before time transformed them into something unrecognizable. And better before you grew too old to realize that these things of youthful innocence have become nothing but a pastime.