Two children play on the ground at a sunlit campsite, with cabins and other people in the background, in a painterly style.

Perfect! I’ll begin drafting **Chapter 2** of *When We Were Innocent* in Seong-eun’s voice (first-person POV), keeping the tone emotionally reflective but grounded in youth. --- ## 📘 *When We Were Innocent* ### **Chapter 2 – Scraped Knees and Juice Boxes** --- I was the kind of kid who cried when I lost a hairclip. The kind who climbed trees just to prove I could, even if I got stuck at the top and screamed until someone dragged me down. Usually that someone was Juwon. He never looked impressed. That summer, we became inseparable—not in a sweet way, but in the way two kids attach like glue after discovering they’re both bored and a little broken inside. We shared juice boxes, mosquito bites, and a deep hatred for anything boring. Which, to Juwon, included just about everything. --- I remember one afternoon at the campsite. The adults were passed out from beer and sunburns, Leon was drawing something in his sketchpad, and Seong-hae was sitting nearby, reapplying lip gloss every ten minutes like someone would suddenly show up to fall in love with her. I was trying to catch a grasshopper with a plastic cup. “Your hand-eye coordination is terrible,” Juwon said, squatting beside me. “It jumped before you even moved.” I scowled. “You try then.” He didn’t. He just looked at the cup like it had personally offended him, then tossed me a juice box. Apple. My favourite. “You’re annoying,” he added. “You like me.” He shrugged. --- Later that day, I tripped over a rock while running to See more