The Memories That Die

Personal memory by Darrian Benford

2000Columbus, GA, USA

As a child my cousin and I would walk to a small pond by the public library. There would be little ruins that were built long ago it was like a little adventure. Eventually they shut down the library and the river dried up and all of the frogs left I wanted to know what happened. I really loved that place but now going back to look at it is dried up and dead and it hurts seeing a memory gone.