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In the horizon the kid saw a house painted in green, with a tire swing on the front

tree, a garden full of beautiful ³owers, sounds of laughter and happiness, it felt
like a dream. The kid stopped and looked at the front porch, it had a door carpet

in the front of the steps which had the kid’s name, with home at the end.
Mesmerized, the kid wanted to go in, but realized the truck was going further and

further away, so he ran without looking back, ran as fast as possible to catch
the truck.

Suddenly the kid stopped and saw the river slowly merging into a lake, the water
was calm and crystal clear with a tint of blue. Around it many other children taking

their own truck out of the water to play with, they seemed to be happy. The kid
looked down at the truck in the water, it was no longer the new truck that he used

to play with every day, instead it was an old, rusted truck, one that felt familiar yet
unrecognizable. The kid sat there at the edge of the lake, thinking, trying to feel

the joy that was felt the ²rst time the truck was played with. Nothing, it seemed as
though what was chased was not a feeling but a memory, one truly cherished.

Then when all seemed lost the kid realized that the truck was not the thing that
gave happiness or life, instead it was the little green house. So the kid ran, faster

and faster, back to the little green house. There were others all around, crying on
the curb, trying to focus but the kid ignored it all and ran. Finally, after all the

stumbling paths and all the turns, the kid reached the house, but it seemed
different. The house was being painted blue and the name changed, there was

still the same joyful cheers and laughter, yet for some reason the kid felt empty
inside, following what could have been, while losing what was.

The End.

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