#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 while the scorching sun kiss our cheek. The joy of childhood was immeasurable and then we grew up and everything changed. The harsh reality of life stuck every cord in our vein. The cold truth that we could not all grow up with our innocent thoughts and for the rest of our youth we dealt with the good and bad of mankind, what was acceptable by the society and what was not, all the things we never had to worry about when we were young. To grow up was a great responsibility, if wishes could come true, I want to remain in my childhood forever.

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