A Story

I remember this one time.
The memory is blurred and vague. So it was probably a long time ago.
But for all I know, it could've very well been yesterday.
Because time is meaningless now.
But the memory.
It means something.
Or at least, it did. It's hard for me to remember.
But this memory.
It was me, and my older brother,
and my little sister.
Our parents were somewhere, most likely watching us. Just in case anything bad happened. If only they knew...
Well, we were playing in the sprinklers.
Because it was hot.
The kind of hot where you nearly melted just by walking outside. Humid.
And we were running through the water without a care in the world.
We ran into each other often. And we would burst into giggles. We jumped around, singing whatever song happened to play on the radio.
And if we didn't know the words, we simply made them up.
But the thing I remember the most:
was the fun. The laughter. The closeness.
It was a perfect moment.
And it always would be.
Unless you looked on to the next moment.