Nostalgia is a beautiful thing, how a noise, a sound or a smell can transport you to a place and time you long have forgotten. When driving passed the now removed electrical terminal by my neighborhood street at times it takes me to my youth. The times spent riding my bike with my friends. I still feel the wind in my hair as I rode as fast as I could to meet with them. I feel the anguish in my thighs when I rode home with a flat tire. I hear the laughter of us together, as one of us inevitably failing off while attempting to do a sick move we saw on YouTube . Most of all the feeling of chance when knocking on a friends door to see if they are even there, only to be answered by their parents saying how they can’t go out until they finish something. My friends are my youth for not one memory can be spoken without their inclusion, I wonder often how they are and if they remember the moments we shared. I’m often distant and not one to present myself to those I have known, but it is impossible for me to forget a laugh it echo’s with me until the day of reconnection. In which it amplifies as if the time we once shared was always now not yesterday just now. Although I may be young and it would be foolish of me to proclaim my views on to others, but given my youthful ignorance I will suggest to make friends. Befriend all those whose smile are engraved into you regardless of how small the interaction and distance may be. As we grow and our paths diverge that smile will wrinkle with age and the laugh once shared may be muffled by time, yet it will always be familiar. What is a memory if not longing for our past, time is everything it is yesterday it is now and it is tomorrow. Those who you have encountered are bookmarks placed to remind you of the story you have written and chapters worth re-reading. Smile with others acknowledge their presence reclaim lost paths for they are in need of trimming. To those who’s presence brought me joy, I await the day we laugh together once more.