Never forget the details, the way it made you feel or how you missed it, without even knowing. I stood on Main Street and stared down the rows of shops on it. All of them I knew well. All of them owned by people in this town who also knew me. Knew me well, not just a name, like it is in New York City. The city is so large that, unless you take the time to collect and befriend other people, you could seriously live your life there without being familiar with anyone or anything. Stillcreek was not that way. The population had grown, even since I was little, but still, it was a town that thrives on a certain “feel”, you know what I mean. The kind of place that welcomes you, regardless of how long you have been gone. If you were born here, you would always be a part of it. I sighed as familiar faces walked along the sidewalks. Some of them from school and some parents of those I had gone to school with. I felt a squeeze at my hand and glanced at Cody, who, for a minute, I forgot was even standing next to me.
