As i took one of my cig. breaks tonight at work i took a moment to wonder around the outside of the building, and stoped at the hill where my friends and I were Kings and Queens. It had accured to me now much time had passed, and how much i miss those simpler times. The time when I would hear the laughter of my freinds as we went down the hill on our throwns made of plastic playing a game of hide and seek with a half full bottle of mountain dew that had gotten flung down the hill. We had made the hill of ice and snow our palace. That was a time that I was dubed affectionaly Fefe the rogue snow bunny bye all who lived in the palace of ice and snow. People called our safe haven sucide hill but to us it was out releace. standing ther i could hear the voices of the memory calling "come on Fefe" from my feinds at the bottem of the hill and i would sit on my thrown of plastic and feel the bight of the wind on my face as I raced down the hill feeling more and more alive with every breath I took. Now the time has passed. the kings and Queen have grown apart with bitter feelings of resentments that are never as it seems to be fixed. As I finished my Cig I heard the voices fase away with the memeory gone. I can only hope that the memories will not fade in there eyes and minds. I know that Fefe the rogue snowbunny may be gone for now but she will return eventualy to that palace to take her place wtih the kings again sometime. After all the next years winter is gonna be here eventualy. as i walk away from the ice palace i say " long live the kings and queens of the sucide hill ice palace."
