There’s no place quite like home. Free refills of cereal and milk. Mama is there in the corner taking pictures of the sun and us on the field. So I grab my brothers hand, tell him “YOU’RE IT!” and begin to run as fast as possible. Running around carelessly with no destination in sight, only the present as the wind blows through the stream and the grass hovers wavering wrapped over my legs as I finish the stride and stray to walk towards the trees on the side. Ahhhh, knew it. It’s all in the rule, who ever is the first to say it usually gets their way out. Unless… there’s only two of you, luckily there’s us three, which means I get some free time to breathe and recollect my energy. Oh and here it goes, and I’m off.