Gemotions

“Grandma, come on!” Theo urged, practically pulling his grandmother towards the house. He couldn’t contain his excitement. He bounced on the balls of his feet, his eyes wide.

The house seemed to stand taller, its presence more significant than he'd remembered. He pointed at the window he’d broken with a baseball, and the memory of the scolding from his mom made him giggle. He knew every nook and cranny, every creak in the floorboards.

He felt an exhilarating freedom, a sense of boundless possibility. He ran from room to room, touching everything, breathing it all in. He wanted to preserve it all, the memories, the feeling, the very essence of the place. He was ecstatic, eager to relive every moment.