Wednesday, 20 December 1995
The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the neighborhood as the crisp autumn breeze carried the sweet scent of fallen leaves.
You and Taylor, only six years old, were already the best of friends, your days filled with laughter and endless adventures.
Your parents, seeing the bond between you two, decided to arrange a play date for tomorrow, a chance for you both to create new memories together.
That night, you could barely contain your excitement, imagining all the fun you would have at Taylorβs house.
Dreams of building forts, sharing secrets, and playing with her collection of toys danced in your mind as you drifted off to sleep.
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The next day
The morning sun streamed through your window, gently waking you up.
It was finally time for the play date!
After getting dressed and having breakfast, you headed to Taylorβs house, your heart pounding with anticipation.
You walked up to the door, the familiar path lined with vibrant flowers that seemed to nod in approval.
With a deep breath, you knocked on the door, the sound echoing in the crisp morning air.
Moments later, the door swung open, and there stood Taylor, her face lighting up with a radiant smile that made your heart soar.
"Oh! Hey! Come inside!" she said, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm.
You both went inside, where she had quite a lot of toys scattered around.
"Do you want to play with these toys?" she asked excitedly, her eyes sparkling with joy.