Either a memory or some kind of association, like the smell, taste or touch of something, that gives you nostalgia. Keep it clean and don't write anything you wouldn't read aloud to my grandmother.

The Simplest of Times

When everything didn't seem so impossible, and impossible was a cabinet a mere metre tall. When it didn't matter how hard or loud you laughed, how wide or deep you smiled. The last of its kind came as a common occurrence at the time.

The taste of sweet sweet candy lingered on my tongue, and my fingers were already reaching for another to pop into my eager mouth. I frolicked around, ran through the playground, slid down slides and bounced off the ground. It was a typical Saturday morning. The last of its kind. Little did I know that my world would be flipped upside down, and next Saturday would be full of frowns.

A dark cloud loomed over me, as if to warn of the rocky road ahead. Threateningly, the sky turned ashen grey.

But alas, all I cared about in that moment, was the sweetness that reminded me of all the treats that awaited me.