I like to walk when I’m in a bad mood. The day has been impossible. Nothing at all is going right. I feel like my whole world is going to crash any second. I walk past the tall skyscraper of trees, then I smell something that makes me stop, it seems familiar. It feels warm and gentle. It smells like crisp and untouched but then again it seems like it has so many secrets. It’s a relief when I see the heaven on earth. All my worries float away with the current of the lake. I slowly creep up to it like I’m not supposed to be there. A sigh of relief, I sit down with no worries on my mind. I just watch as the water reflects the moon; it looks like the lake has stars lying on its surface. Have you ever wondered if music played all the time, what kind of music would play? Would it be the same all the time? Or would it change with your mood? If I had to chose it would be calm music that makes you want to cry because that’s all you can do. It reminds you of everything that has happened good or bad. It’s just calm and soothing. Suddenly, tears slide down my face like rain on a window. CRUNCH! CRUNCH! The silence broke. There was someone coming, but I didn’t know whom. Strangely I wasn’t scared, or frightened. It was… my brother. He came and sat next to me and said nothing. I put my head on his shoulder and cried. That’s when I realized, why the smell, feeling and the place seemed so familiar. It was that strange day in July. My brother and I ran down here when were 7 years old or so and started to skip rocks. The rocks were perfectly round, flat rocks just for skipping. The first one went far. The next one had bigger skips. Just before he skipped the third one I told him, I’ve always wondered if you skip a rock, would someone on the other side find it? He seemed excited. “Well, It’s time to find out.” He took marker and wrote, “How long is forever?” Then he, pulled his arm back, wound up and put all his focus into the throw. So it would defiantly land on the other side. Then the release. For some reason I held my breath for a second. We waited for a while then gave up. Right when we were about to turn around we hears something. SPLASH!  It was the rock! I ran over and picked it up I flipped it over to the side that once was blank. It wasn’t blank anymore it read, “Forever is only how long you make it.” I lifted my head off my brother’s shoulder and looked around. I can’t believe that I forgot that strange day in July. I looked back at my brother he wiped the tears off my face. “What’s wrong?” he asked. I whispered, “How long is forever?” He chuckled and said, “Forever is only how long you make it.”