Children know more then we give them credit for. It's less of an actual knowledge of how things are and more of small suitabilities that, as we get older, we tend to lose. They do not focus on the repercussions or the "meaning" of something but instead take joy from the small moments. That mindset is what made the first time Dan met Sophia something special.
Dan sat on bench, watching his new classmates in the school yard. The gray sky and cool weather only worsened his already somber mood. He thought about what this all meant, going to a new school were his mother taught, in a new state, and with no one he knew. There was a cold gust and Dan, used to the warm Georgia weather, shivered in his t-shirt. Everyone always told him to put on a coat but he refused, in his short sleeves he could pretend, Dan closed his eyes, imagine he wasn't here but back where he knew..."Hey!" said a voice. Dan looked up, startled. "I'm Sophia, you're new. What's your name?" She said. "I'm Dan" he said quietly, still wary of this new person. Sophia took grabbed Dan's arm and pulled him to the playground. The rest of the next few weeks the two were together for every recess. Running, Talking, or just doing what kids do. Dan liked Sophia, but before he could say anything both met other friends and were soon pulled into separate social circles but he wondered if he would ever be able to talk to Sophia again. Seasons changed, years passed, and every day seemed like a shade of gray. Dan moved on. The world and time became nothing but a blur.
