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I close my eyes and I am young again, innocent and eager. Nothing but a meek girl seeking her place amidst a cruel and sinful world.
I miss the days from when I was younger, Where everyday was a new adventure, I miss the days from when I was younger, When magic was everywhere, I miss the days from when I was younger, Where long...
Only now have i figured out that parks with little 5 year olds everywhere are annoying as hell!!.
My little friend. Let it be together we shall always stay. Harmonising through both the night and day. My little friend. Cherish the comfort we both give and take.
This is interesting but long. Please read this to make sense of my new opuses (coming soon.) My family used to have 3 fish. Ember, pancake and Bubbles.
Childhood days were a different world for me.
I remember myself as a child; When I thought I would never grow up, When I thought the world was different, When I thought only good things could happen.
Everything was perfect. I sat in the midst of all the wild flowers around me, just watching the sky dissolve from a milky white to a fierce red.
The 1980s were full of colour everywhere. New romantics and perm rockers with big hair. Being dropped off at school in my dads xr3. Ub40 and madness on top of the pops on the tv.
Born in the 1970s and my earliest recollection. Everything was brown and orange like autumnal perfection. Dad was an army officer so we moved around a lot.
Distant memories of long, long ago Of summers long and winter's snow Childhood games, cubs and scouts Hating school, bullies and sprouts.
Summer reminds me of where we used to play with the acres and acres of open space and where the wind seemed to call our names. The best summers of my life were spent there with you right by my side.
I'm lying here in my bed, Thinking about where my life has led, A pirate fight full of gore, All upon a beach near the sea shore, I just stood there, mouth open wide, The pirates got washed away in...
Childhood Faded away,. to a far away land,. simple, so simple were we,. Days of Play,. Going our Way,. Having fun, no care,. for another day,. time for us stood still,. playing king of the hill.
He held my hand. The day I was born. His eyes were flooded. His heart was torn. Through many years. He made me laugh. He washed my back. When I was in the bath. He took me to. My nursery.
Age 6: Waaaaaah. MOMMY. I hurt myself!. Age 9: Oww. that hurt, Mom can I have a plaster. Age 12: Sh*t I cut my finger. Age 18: I know where the plasters are... Age 6: YAY.
I have two really special teddies. One is a lion called Lucky, the other is a woollen cat called Tessa. Lucky was my prize from when I win the Tombola in Bridlington.
7+ Sorry, but truths come out that you dont wanna know. Dream crushing and all that.
For years I've had my own little practice of every six months or so I'd put my pillow down the other end of the bed and sleep that way instead.
I am sure that when I was a small boy, many moons ago, children's TV was so much better then today. The rubbish that is on these days is just utter tosh. Balamory. Adventure time. I can cook.
He watches me intently with his glass eyes, pleading to loved once more. I know he misses the warmth of his child's arms, the way she would tell him all his secrets.
© ZuperZed I promised you a story about my favourite toy. The one I used to sleep with, brought me lots of joy. Not time for dirty thoughts now, it's not that kind of toy.
Tossing and turning I couldn't get to sleep. All I could think about was the city. Running away was how I was going to get away. I'd pack my rucksack secretly and one night I would run away.
I miss my childhood so much. Childhood was when I couldn't reach the table, Then someone would pick me up.