I used to spend hours playing out in the backyard with my siblings, pretending to be pirates on a grand adventure. I used to eagerly anticipate the ice cream truck driving down our street, the sound of its familiar jingle sending me running to beg my parents for money for a treat. I used to have sleepovers with my friends, staying up late giggling and telling ghost stories until we were too scared to sleep.
I used to spend hours playing out in the backyard with my siblings, pretending to be pirates on a grand adventure.
I used to eagerly anticipate the ice cream truck driving down our street, the sound of its familiar jingle sending me running to beg my parents for money for a treat.
I used to have sleepovers with my friends, staying up late giggling and telling ghost stories until we were too scared to sleep.