🔙 We are the generation that will never come back.

[MysteRy]

The ones who walked home from school 🎒🚶‍♂️, backpack bouncing, hearts racing — not to turn on a screen 📺📱, but to finish homework fast and run outside to find our friends ⚽👫.

We’re the ones who played hide-and-seek until the streetlights came on 🌙, who turned a single sheet of paper into an airplane ✈️, a string into a kite 🎏, and believed a shiny marble was a real treasure 💎.

The streets were our kingdoms 🏙️, the sidewalks our playgrounds 🛹.
Our memories lived in photo albums 📸, not in cloud folders 💻.
We called our parents “Mom” and “Dad” ❤️ — not “the rents” or “the olds.”

At night, we whispered under the covers 🛏️🤫, hoping our secrets shared with brothers and sisters wouldn’t be overheard by a parent’s ear 👂.

That generation is fading — slowly but surely — leaving behind a soft glow 🌅, memories carved deep in our hearts 💖, and the sweet scent of a time that was simple, kind, and unforgettable 🌸.

We knew what real childhood felt like 👦👧 —
and, most importantly, we truly lived it. 🎉