Time do change us ( but we cant change time )

Met my dear chilhood friends after Friday Prayer today, Aziz is his name. I remember when we are small, we used to be inseparable. We will be together catching little fishies in monsoon or picking rubber seeds in it season. It is just that in our adolescent, we tend to forget the small things that bring us together. I mean like when I met him before, we just talk on our education and where will our life take us after this, stuff like that. Then we turn our backs, took our own path and then we act like nothing ever happened. Sometimes I do wish it is just the body that grow, not the child inside.