Day 162 of 365

It reminds me of the best days.
A radio flyer wagon. 

Filling it up with water. 

Swimming in the pool until my skin turned to a prune.
Camping at the res. 

Cliff jumping and bon fires. 

Hide and seek until it was so late and we had to be forced inside only to eat pizza and watch mortal combat on VHS. 

I remember those days.
I still crave them, real life shared in moments not on social profiles.