Vines cover the rotting boards and the roof has caved in, but the old barn still stands, a crumbling memorial to the time when we were girls.
Girls! With the solidarity of youth, we scrambled up the ladder, watching the surprised faces of the eager boys as we drew it up behind us.
Those girls are gone now, swallowed up by the very earth we once flew across, our young hearts pounding.
The barn won’t stand much longer and soon I too will melt into the landscape. Then no one will be left to remember the glory of our youth.