Started When We Were Younger Novels & Stories

*FLASHBACK* We used to laugh together, party together, crack jokes together and be jerky together. Life was moving great, things were ethereal, life was going like a movie, because I had my best friends by my side, the Visionaries! What did we not do together, created jokes, slangs, fashion statements we were the IT girls and boys Until…..

We delved deeper into our aspirations, our conversation naturally shifted to our past experiences that had shaped us into the people we were today. I shared stories of my childhood adventures and the lessons I had learned along the way, while Mary spoke of her journey of self-discovery and the challenges she had overcome with resilience and grace.

Memories began to float back, uninvited. I found myself drifting to a time when life felt... lighter and simple. I was just a little girl then, and everything seemed so simple. Back when Dad was still married to Mom. Back when we lived in that small, cozy town where everybody knew everybody. Our house was modest, but it was filled with love. The kind of love that made everything feel safe.

We were the virus. And we were going to spread.

We both let out a content sigh and snuggled deeper under my warm duvets. I smiled knowing that this is just our beginning and we had our whole lives to create memories and many more babies. This isn't the end, it's the beginning for us. T

Brandon interrupted with a mischievous grin, "Let's go back home—our home, where everything started." The mention of our home brought back all the memories we created together, from the first meeting to the countless adventures we shared. It was a place that held not only our belongings but also the essence of our friendship and love for each other. The memories of laughter, tears, and growth flooded our minds as we eagerly agreed to embark on the journey back to where it all began. I nodded my head in agreement, feeling a mix of excitement and nostalgia. "Let's move back home," I said, my voice filled with anticipation.

He meant it. Gabe was just going to lie there with me. I took a deep breath and relaxed. The moment reminded me of our overnighters when we were younger, sleeping out on the trampoline in our sleeping bags. The seven of them and me all started out at typical distances from each other, but by morning we'd all slid into the middle - a pajama-clad mashup of arms and legs. I'd always been the first to wake up, lie there, listen to them inhale and exhale, and wish that was how we could be every night - my brothers and me sleeping under the stars.

Now? We were the hunted.

There were no systems to drag us down. Our lives were only just beginning.

Record it, if you can't remember, you can still find it and listen. "Right." Everyone started talking at once. "Thank you, uncles and aunties." My topic this time is the morning. What has happened in the morning in the last ten years that has left a deep impression on you? " "In the morning? "That's hard to say." "That's right. In the morning, we were in a hurry. If it wasn't sending our grandchildren to school, then we were busy buying vegetables. I really didn't have a deep impression of them. "