Echoes of Us

A quiet summer evening under the old oak tree in the willow creek, our secret hideout. We were 10 years old, Sitting under the treehouse. It was quiet, calming, and relaxing. The sight of the golden sunlight filters through the branches, and the world feels small and perfect. “Do you think we’ll still be friends when we’re older?” I asked out of curiosity. “Of course! We’ll be Best friends forever. We’ll always meet here, no matter what.” He said while grinning. “Promise?” I asked, holding out my pinky. “Promise.” He said, hooking his pinky around mine. We carved our initials into the tree as a symbol of our promise together. We climb the tallest tree, Daring each other, and making up stories about magical lands. “If we were in a magical kingdom, you’d be the knight.” I said while laughing “And you’d be the queen. Bossing everyone around!” He said while pretending to swing a sword “I’d be an artist. I’d paint the whole kingdom in colors no one’s ever seen before.” I said while rolling my eyes And the we play around under the tree. Laughing and giggling about the jokes and the things that we do.