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I apologize that it's been a month since I wrote the last two chapters but I had other things going on here and with life but I was sifting through some old notes and found this.
When I was four. My dad would wash his car. And take me outside to play. I'd play with chalk while he cleaned. While I played I heard a girl. She would play the guitar on her front porch.
When I was a little girl, I thought I ruled the world, Every teddy at my feet, With my swinging pig tails on the street, With no front teeth, and the world in front of me, You'd sit beside me,...
Hello again, and today is Wednesday, March 6, 2013. Have you ever had someone knock something you like even if it doesn't harm anyone. And they hadn't even tried it.
Remember those days we used to run away when our parents said "cleaning time" Remember those days when you heard the ice cream truck and ran to the street with your dollar and...
It's funny how kids think. I remember when I was six or seven, I was at the arcade when I got to thinking about what would happen if you took the tokens out of the game machines.
I used to sit at my bedroom window and think about my future. I always pictured me being somewhere far away from here. A perfect place. Far too big to imagine and life there was amazing.
Every greeting was the same '083159' 'Hello Grandad' My friend who lived so many miles away, Carnoustie, my childhood in seashells and sand.
It isn't where the Sunshine hides, no -That just reflects off the waves Across the Bosphorus shores' Nor is it where I roam; But it is where I call home -Unsurprisingly where my gran Lovingly looked...
My name is Elizabeth Page. There are 10 things in my life that make me happy. First up: my notebook. I write letters to my favorite people in hopes that they will one day notice me.
Stand, salute the flag. Create your works of art. How to build your volcanos. Once you learn, so smart. Over head the teacher. Lending a helping hand. Don't be tardy often.
#acrostic S o let me take you back C ome to before most teachers got the sack H ere's a group of us running down the hall O odles of laughter and water for all O nly thing is, no one did care L...
Dreams keep running through my mind Reflecting memories of long ago. Made in a land of fairy tales, A place my heart longs for so.
Hello again, and today is Sunday, February 24, 2013. I want to tell y'all some stories that I want to tell you. So come on over and sit on this bench.
#sundayrepost (I've picked this one as it was something totally different for me, I had the name in my head and the rest just flowed.
#stupidthingspeoplesay [Christmas morning, and I'm around 5-ish] My mum is talking to my (3 year old) sister about she got in her stocking, and filming at the same time.
The sunset shone a reddish gold. Upon two girls, just eight years old. They twirled and spun, they sang and danced. Lost within a youthful trance. A coffee table was their stage.
#stupidthingspeoplesay This is a conversation that took place between my self and my youngest niece when she was about 5yrs old, she's now 12 and finds it hilarious when I remind her of it....
#myfavoriterepost For anyone who's ever had to move...
Talking about my earliest days as a child is very hard for me. As I have stated in my previous blog entries (I was born in Belarus Russia, where I lived in a terribly impoverished orphanage.
Each day we look at the world...don't we. If not carefully judging and quantifying , we try to change things.
For anyone who's ever had to move...
Do you remember when you were a kid and imagination reigned free. Where nothing was more exciting than climbing next door's tree.
Whats the craziest thing you've ever done. Were you once foolish. Were you young. Did you cycle to town in your pyjamas at midday. sing camp songs together till break of day.