By: Megan Finsel
The rule was
we had to come in when the streetlight
came on, and we would play to the edge
of the light because neither of us were brave
enough to step into the dark.
To this day
the smell of eucalyptus
and bug spray
still takes me there.
To chilly nights by the bonfire,
when we would leave the marshmallows
on the sticks too long, and watch them
To when we could walk down the block to the library
When we classified magic
as falling asleep on the couch, and
waking up in our beds the next morning.
Now when I think back to those times
to the tree house
the pillow fights
The memories look antique
But I can still smell the smoke
The bug spray
And I still don’t step outside the light.
Writing is my passion. It’s how I connect with the world, and how I share my thoughts, ideas, and feelings. If you want to truly know me more, you need to read my stories because I put a piece of my heart into each one.