Walking through the park on a warm summers day, memories of childhood running though their minds as their elderly feet shuffle across the ground. Looking around at the softly rolling green hill he noticed a path, a path that he hadn't seen in a long time.
"Love" he spoke to his wife, "Do you remember that path?" he asked pointing to it.
"Of course I do. When we were young we raced up to the top of that hill, and once we both got to the top, you kissed me for the first time" she happily remembered as she squeezed his hand gently.
"Race you." he said, a sparkle of youth bright in his eyes.
"You're on, old man." she replied, as she took off up the hill. Even though she got a head start, he caught up to her in no time and was already half way up the hill, with her trailing behind. He thought for a moment, and quickly bent down and untied his shoe, making sure his wife didn't see. He took his time tying it again, by the time he returned to their race, she was practically to the top.
She stood triumphantly at the top of the hill, waiting for him to catch up.
"You know, I seem to remember that I won all those years ago too." She smirked, he didn't like being reminded that he lost to a girl.
"Well, I guess some things never change." He smiled down at her a kissed her softly, feeling youthful once again.
**Well I know this is kind of short but I thought that it was cute. I got the idea from a post on the "gives me hope" website. But I had to cut this one short because I need to get sleep for the SATs tomorrow!**
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