The dusk light was still shining through the trees; just enough light to reveal the figures of four young boys playing under the tall oak trees. Makeshift swords and plastic shields were swung wildly as my four young warriors battled one another and defended each other all at the same time.
If I could forever imprint these few minutes on my brain, the youthfulness of boyhood would never be gone.
I know they will all grow into young men, but I pray that the immaginations and companionship of their youth will always be with them. May they always appreciate the simple joys that come from brotherly relationships and a hearty good time. May they always be courageous comrades and never fear fighting for the Truth.
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