Sixteen maybe less
I stepped out of the cab and tried to assimilate everything around me, I haven't been to this place in thirty three years, not since the summer of 98. Everything looks different, the streets are wider, there are more people around me, less trees and even the air smells different.
I walk towards the small white house that now belongs to me, my daughter didn't understand why I wanted to move to this little town, why I didn't choose to stay with her, but she didn't understand… I needed to go back here, I wanted to live my last years here, in the most special place in the world for me.
It took me the whole afternoon to unpack my things and settle down in the house, when I was finally done I prepared some iced tea and sat down on the porch, watching the people walk by, staring as the world kept spinning around me.
I inhaled deeply and suddenly it hits me, the lovely smell of wood and humidity that I missed so much, the one I thought this place no longer held. And then it all comes rushing back to me, I can remember every single detail of that summer, the summer when I was seventeen, the one that changed my life forever.
I close my eyes with a smile on my lips as everything starts to appear in my mind, as if I was watching a movie.
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