

GrowthWhen you think of your childhood, the image that surfaces most quickly in your mind isn’t of soccer or family or the Digital World, it’s of grass and cracked pavement and her. It’s not truly a memory, more a half-recalled tableau of colour and light and Sora. The time and place of the scene have long since faded from your mind, but you can still clearly see the look of wonder on her face as she kneels on the sidewalk and gently brushes a finger over the tender shoot of grass poking up through the rough, crumbling concrete.Growth
Her expression slowly shifts, and young as you are, you think that the smile that blooms across her face may