Still

Memories of when things were just a bit simpler—like jumping in a puddle while holding someone's hand, or wishing a frog would turn into a Prince. Sneaking a swim in a rainstorm, even though Mom said you shouldn’t. It’s the joy of sailing down the river on a paper boat, dodging the rapids and the rocks. These are the moments that linger, like the scent of fresh rain and mossy ponds.