We made paper planes. Lots of them. Then we decided to have a competition. Whoever's plane stays in air longer, wins. It was a stupid competition if you ask me now and yet it was so symbolic of the day. We were free for now. We were the paper planes - trying to stay afloat as long as possible.
Those hours were timeless. We laughed at things we will never think of laughing at. We were more than friends, we were brothers - the blood of common past ran among us.