I think about my childhood a lot. I think about that little street and that house and all the memories there. I think about my brother mostly. And when I go back in my mind, it's me and him building forts and breaking things in our back yard and I can still see the excitement in his eyes when whenever we would do something. I looked up to him as a child, he was my partner in crime. Now I barely know him. He is older and the adventure and excitement that once filled his eyes as a small boy no longer resides there. Instead there is something else in his eyes. A sadness, and a hurt that he received after a life filled with betrayal after betrayal, hurt after hurt. That is all I see now and I guess it's so easy to love him with my whole heart no matter what he says or does because he is forever frozen in my mind as that 10 year old boy I followed around like a puppy for most of my childhood. Now all I think about anymore is had I only been a little braver, then maybe I could have saved him. I know one thing, and is that there will never be a day I will look back and not wonder.
