Life slips pastA little boy and girl walked side by side down the dirt road. Laughter drifted lazily on the air with the butterflies and the breeze. They conversed about the day, elementary school, and their family. Suddenly, the girl poked the boy and ran on ahead, giggling as he chased after her and the game of tag began. After a few minutes they sat, breathless, on the grassy bank of a creek. The recent running, the heat of the day, and the babble of the creek eventually sent them into a happy sleep.
Years had passed and again the boy and girl walked down the dirt path. Both had grown; the girls hair had become longer, and the boy taller. Laughter still followed them, but it seemed different. It was the laugh of someone still happy, but not as innocent. The girl poked the boy and darted ahead again, the boy shook his head before reluctantly following, but only at a slow jog. After a minute, the girl stopped and complained to the boy, who just shrugged. They both sat at the creek o