Warmth

Back in 5th grade, I’d go to the school garden with my friends, where we’d dare each other to eat the sour grapes from the vine, or pick mint leaves to put in our lemonade. We hung out near the garden a lot, and every once in a while, I visit that garden again when I want to get out of the house and go somewhere. The memories I made there keep me “warm”, and I’m glad it’s stayed the same since then.