#WritcoStoryPrompt6
I can never forget the joyous days of my childhood, especially the summer when all we did was swim in the river or lie on it's edge
but the years go past
When we have to deal with more responsibilities but literally we
follow the path of memory lane
so every year we stack away all kinds treasures
Every age has this
stacking away what we like to remain in our consciousness
A reminder of special occasions
but literally keep the pleasent ones
glowing