Another summer passes us by.
So what does that mean to you?
It wasn't until my teen years where I started to realize that a summer is more than just another summer behind us, a year is behind us, memories are behind us, meaningful moments that changed our lives or others have left.
And we are left with some photos and a good laugh.
Now-a-days between media, social websites, and instant communications i feel it hits someone much harder than it use to.
Our world has gotten so fast that a year that passes can very well be our last of that sort.
My friend posted something on his facebook that really touched me, excuse the alterations.