Innocence revisited.

My first love, taken from a life of snuffed experiences like many cigarettes : They could have burned on, but to benefit nothing or no one. The setting of time takes me back before I was even enrolled in my first school experience, before kindergarten as some dub it. Her name was Brittany, she had brown hair, and was what my timid, tiny, and uninformed mind believed was love. We were brought together by her mother's friendship to my father's sister, I had many birthdays she would visit and my parents knew I was smitten, I believe there are pictures of childish pop kisses buried with the vault of my youth's memories. She was from what I can recall, a simple and sweet girl that was willing to run wild with the imagination that I had, which truly began the spark to the idea that I could do anything, and it was cool. We saw each other as much as visitation allowed (my parents were going through separation and divorce) and my father and aunt had resided with each other at least for some time, making the visits a little bit simpler. They were simpler times and they were much appreciated even if I didn't admit it so in those days. She is now a mother and wife back in Tennessee. I hope things are going great for her and her family and that maybe one day I'll get back to that freedom with someone, returning to innocence instead of revisiting.