Another Line To A Story That I’m Not Sure Where to Put

He leaped first, jumping from rock to rock. I followed. By the time we were at the other side, I tripped, and he caught me with a laugh as I landed with a thud against his chest. I catch adults giving each other wistful looks, maybe reminiscing about the good times when they were young, … More Another Line To A Story That I’m Not Sure Where to Put