nostalgia

Pretty amazing how times change. I spent the evening playing board games, and watching Let’s Play videos, and listening to music.
 
But when they were my age, my parents were spending every evening in the darkened woods outside of town, bodies daubed in mud, hunting the Shadow Wolves that regularly raided our village, coming back home long past midnight to me and my brother with their breath smelling of blood and that peculiar hallucinogenic tea that was brewed from the the humming mushrooms that grew under the floorboards of our home and whose music lulled us to sleep each night.