The grey mist rises into the heavens as I slowly walk down my front steps to retrieve the morning paper. From where I am, I can see children playing in the glorious sun. Their hearts still unscathed from the harsh realities of the world. Their minds still pure from hatred and indiscretion.
For a moment I long to be one of them. To know the wisdom I know now, but still have the young innocence that cradles their tiny souls. I long to redo my life, my mistakes, my pains. I long to be Alex, and keep A.J. hidden forever.