One is grown and one is gone. The old man was not one bit afraid to climb the rickety ladder the boy built himself. There they sat. On top of the fort. On top of the world. Laughing at the worried faces beneath them.

What was there to fear? Perhaps only dying without really living.

The photo is all that remains of both of them. A captive moment in time where two boys sat together and dared to dream of bigger, bolder things than “you can’t.”