It seems I had a dream last night that I was five years old. I was taken back to my home town before my house was sold. As I lay there lost within a dream, sleeping in my bed, Memories of younger days circled in my head. I walked along a narrow trail not knowing of its end. Then suddenly between the trees stood my life long friend. Still as I was dreaming I watched from day to day. I never left my best friend's side or lost a moment's play. I watched as we grew older; how quickly time had passed. All those years behind us had come and gone so fast. Then in my dream I saw him there, standing in the crowd. His graduation day had come; I'd never been so proud. When he walked into the gym that day all dressed in cap and gown; I watched and faked a smile while my world turned upside-down. I realized then this was no dream and I couldn't help but think, of all those years that passed us by when all I did was blink.