do you remember when you were in seventh grade and you and your friends had that one place that you always went to? for example, if you ran away, or got mad, or wanted to be alone, you’d always go there (so did all your friends). it was a place for love, laughs, and life. i know, so cliche, but still so true. it was the place, period. but, i feel like we kind of took it for granted. we treated it like it was just another beautiful place in the world when really, it was our beautiful place in the world.