I swear to God the last memory I have is of running around outside, catching fireflies at night.
That was 30 years ago.
It was a summer night, like this one. Around 8:00. I caught fireflies and then released them, only to catch them again.
I remember wanting to do more of this. I remember looking forward to the future.
And now, here I am.
But… I don’t much recognize myself.
I’m… confused.