My dad lost his job a month ago. I went to the office with him one last time. The same office my sis and I played in, the elevators that impressed us so much when we were nine and seven. I remember we used to sit outside and wait for dad to come out after a day of work. He'd bring us two cans of soda, since they were free back then.
We'd run and play tag. I told my sister a rock in the garden there was an armadillo that was sleeping (we were from california and had just moved to texas). Every day my sister would go check on the sleeping 'armadillo.' One day she kicked it lightly and it rolled over. "you killed it!" I said.
I was a compulsive liar/storymaker-upper.
I remember going in there and drinking a hot cup of cocoa while playing computer games.
I really need to appreciate the here and now, someday this will be a cherished memory too.

I like the song 'somewhere only we know' by keane. Youtube link here