Summer ’15. Those half buried cars stood up from the meadow like a strange artifact. We were drawn to them at dusk like birds seeking shelter for the night. Kids from different towns. Meeting up in a free zone. I saw her by the bonfire. She looked up. My life would never be the same. Father would never approve. I didn’t care. I was terrified, but approached her anyway. I’m a terrible dancer. Luckily she was worse. Eventually giving up the dance, we walked out of the firelight. Holding hands in the dark. The world would be ours one day.