Park bench brotherhood, tree branch laser swords, summers spent running on the wood chip mulch. Best friends forever — such a long time when you’re nine.
Twenty years later, my son and his best friend love this park, and I make pilgrimage to the park bench, seeking an echo of you.
J.A. August writes to explore the world and the people who shape it.
beautiful. thank you.
Thank you Steven! Glad you enjoyed it.
This is so lovely and wonderfully expressed. The nostalgia speaks to many of us.
Thank you for your kind words Lisa! I am happy to hear the story resonated with you.
I feel that.
It’s amazing how the simple joys of childhood live on in our memories. :)