You, me, neither.
It was the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. Some laughs, “I’ll get you!” and the sound of those young lives crossed my mind as a memory. A reminder of those days when we all ran carelessly, without worrying about the future or the passage of time. When good was good, the bad was not so good and friends were always there. When any stair could be the one of a castle to be conquered or could hide a prize at its end. When, after all, time was just that with what adults threatened us as if it was a monster ready to end our childhood.