We once stood in the shadows surrounded by emptiness, but were too giddy to realize it. At ten we pored from our class and by ten o two we stood in a circle like a peace pipe smoking ceremony. We laughed, clapped, ran, dodged, and lept as worries quickly took a back seat. We all had our reasons for being there, but one thing we all shared was hack-e-sack.
A year later and the once frolic upon ground stood lifeless and cold. Only the sounds of passing traffic and sirens filled the space. What was once a sanctuary for forgetting has now been forgotten. Friends have come and gone like the circle we once stood in. Some still stand, but in smaller circles, further apart, without the active happy us that once was.