The ones that brings a smile to my face whenever they cross my mind.
The days where my biggest concern was what one of our characters was plotting.
When all we cared about was this world that we had created.
This world we held so dear.
This world that was ours.
Our private plain of existence.
Our own war zones where we fought our demons, emotional and imaginary.
We would run like something bigger than us was on our tails, because we saw it.
People probably thought we were crazy, but they didn't matter, because this was our world...
And nothing could stop us.