I Never Had The Moments Of Remembering The Good Old Days, They’re Gone. Just Gone. Nothing Comes Up

I never had the moments of remembering the good old days, they’re gone. Just gone. Nothing comes up when I think of them.

But for some reason whenever I hear the music. That faint piano as I open up a YouTube video or maybe just as I turn up my music for once, I remember so much about my first life.

That dirt shack I made on the hill.

The giant tunnel underneath I build from top to bedrock.

The wooden treehouse surrounded by a fence because the tree wasn’t tall enough for me to stay on.

The cut off mountain I build my first brick house on.

The first time I used rails as they were introduced to the game. The stonecutters actually having a use for stone. Torches having to be placed absolutely everywhere they could because of their lighting range. That moment of frustration when I fell into lava with my stuff. The stacks of cobble left scattered in my chest.

But most importantly I remember the sunset over the water on my first night. Staring over the unexplored ocean that will keep its secrets from me forever. But the spawn area on the beach I first set foot on, watching as the sun started lowering past the small dirt hill that rose out of the water. The beauty in it as I watched from the safety of my shack, running out to get a better view. That image will forever be in my mind and I’ll despise the day I forget it.

And the fact that I died the same night to a zombie.