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One time when I was a kid, about twelve or thirteen, I was walking in the park and thinking about the live action trailer for Halo 3: ODST. I had a vivid imagination, much healthier than the one I've got now, and while thinking about it I was inventing stories and playing them out in my head using the park as a backdrop.

This was in Pittsburgh, an old and rainy city made out of bricks and moss and many vibrant, green trees. This park was as thick as could be, and I was loving it. It only made me happier when it started to rain, heavy and cold drops falling from an intricate swirling mass of every shade of grey the sky could muster. With nothing to do, I found a grey cobblestone bridge and stood underneath of it. Looking out at what little of downtown peaked out behind the trees and fog. Watched the rain drip down over the edge and flow into a valley carved right down the side of the mountain I was on.

The smell, the feeling of the air, my wild imaginings and creativity in full swing. It all kinda mingled together into a very clear and very peaceful memory. I come back to that memory from time to time when life gets hard. Fifteen years later here is something of a love letter to what was running through my mind at the time, and a humble little monument to the simplest of memories and a lesson to enjoy the little things.

Scene set in Garry's Mod

Edited in GIMP

Description
One time when I was a kid, about twelve or thirteen, I was walking in the park and thinking about the live action trailer for Halo 3: ODST. I had a vivid imagination, much healthier than the one I've got now, and while thinking about it I was inventing stories and playing them out in my head using the park as a backdrop.

This was in Pittsburgh, an old and rainy city made out of bricks and moss and many vibrant, green trees. This park was as thick as could be, and I was loving it. It only made me happier when it started to rain, heavy and cold drops falling from an intricate swirling mass of every shade of grey the sky could muster. With nothing to do, I found a grey cobblestone bridge and stood underneath of it. Looking out at what little of downtown peaked out behind the trees and fog. Watched the rain drip down over the edge and flow into a valley carved right down the side of the mountain I was on.

The smell, the feeling of the air, my wild imaginings and creativity in full swing. It all kinda mingled together into a very clear and very peaceful memory. I come back to that memory from time to time when life gets hard. Fifteen years later here is something of a love letter to what was running through my mind at the time, and a humble little monument to the simplest of memories and a lesson to enjoy the little things.

Scene set in Garry's Mod

Edited in GIMP