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This project is a small collection of memories. I remember being on here with my online friends who loved all things Tolkien. lagang, eohlc, flare, shiro (shirt hahahaha.) there are so many here who have since deleted or abandoned their accounts. If any of you see this, thank you. Thank you for spending your precious time with me, a strange kid on the internet, and telling me about your passions, your stories, sharing your art and songs. I remember it all from the heavy summer days, and I cannot say anything other than what a magical time it was for me. Thank you. it will never happen again, so I will treasure my memories until I fade to dust. It has been years, now. The heavy heat of summer days is the same. The cool kiss of the night-time air is the same. But so much has changed. I am older, wiser, kinder. The friends I knew and loved like siblings are all gone, lost in time as casualties to the adult world. Friends who moved away because their father got a job across the country. Friends who moved away because it is too expensive to live in this little valley where we grew up. Friends who went to college in another state. Friends who are now gone, only existing together in my memories, haunting me like ghosts. When I sleep, they come to me anyway, inviting me to play with outstretched hands, their faces and bodies young once more. We still play in my memories, running full speed through our neighborhoods, fighting wars against zombies with our nerf guns, talking for hours while sunning ourselves on the swings. I miss it all very much. I would give anything for one more day with all of you. absolutely anything. we had something magical; now it is gone. The wonderful gossamer magic we all believed in as children, it is real. But it is not what we thought it was, no, the magic was all of us together, and it felt like it would be us together, the five of us, always, unshakable. now it is gone. if it wasn't for those long summer afternoons, those rainy days spent at the library with our would limited only by our imaginations, those little classes spent together, I would not be who I am now. so thank you.
