Jason
It was a spring day me and my little brother (Nevin) had a mind full of imagination and as we're walking around following each other talking, laughing, in midday going along with the day, when playing our game called Jason we had are (imaginary) friends one was named Stacy and the other was named Jason. We would go to one side of the yard create problems that are imaginary friends may face and make up everything else as we went. we never let one of us go alone it was always a partner task when things got rough or rocky I always knew there was at least one person that would be there to help me. The treehouse was “our house” where after a long day of saving are friends we would sit and reminiscences of what had just happened and what we just solved, with the brisk air that would flow or the warm breeze that would blow. It has helped the escape of reality. I and my brother talked about any and everything sitting in the treehouse making fun of each other, laughing at the dumb little mistakes we made in one day, and making every day happy and joyful. Playing Jason made a stronger bond between me and my brother we were always outside so we could go help them escape bad situations, and communicate with each other, we always used the boat on the ground in our backyard as our car or transportation instead of seeing what was actually in front of us we seen a lake or a river instead of the ground; as we paddle far far away we're just diving deeper and deeper in. Standing at the edge of the woods looking in with what crept out; nothing but fear creeping further and further the game carries on just not as a game when you're older. The game becomes real and non-make-believe. Instead of the person over your shoulder to guide you through you have yourself, instead of imaginary friends you have your family.instead of your bond that used to be so strong you have your memories
Time is everything overtime I realized why we played the game, I realized how much time had brought me and my brother together and how it slowly created a gap, or me thinking I was too old for games when he wanted to play a game or hang out with me I denied cause I was to “old”
Regret/disappointment creeps in memories are handfuls at a time I just want to go back to the time where that bond was stronger, or when everything didn't make sense and I had no idea of what was going on. The little mind blocks a lot till you can carry what's actually on your mind, the things I'd do just to have my little mind.