Time

Why is everything flying? Time flies, memories fly, and even animals. Why do they, do they have somewhere to go or some place to be? No, most times they don't. They just want to fly away. Why are you reading this? Are you bored and looking for something to read, or are you trying to get your mind off something? What is it? My story is about my childhood and my life. To make a story some can relate to. You may not relate to it but I know someone in the world will. Someone. I honestly just want to go back to my childhood, this is turning into more of a rant but, what would you do if you could go back? Back to a time where you didn't have to worry about your body size or what clothes you wear, where you could just be you and there was at least one person beside you, one that stayed no matter what. Now it seems like we're all alone.