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Rain lashes down, But I'm inside, warm, Bundled in quilts, Listening to the storm. My sister lies beside me, Limbs tangled in mine, That I'm her protector, This is a sure sign.
11 years old!:) love horses. Love photography.
When I grow up I used to say That I couldn't wait For that big day When I'd be a man Earning his pay That was the plan I was on my way But had I known now What I didn't then I wouldn't have rushed...
Even the smallest breeze,. Through fresh spring leaves,. Or laying back,. On some old mac,. Hearing birdsong,. Slowly drifting along,. White spotted skies,. And fresh baked pies,.
My first lesson was learned the first day I met Hillie. Her owner had told me she was a small, unruly pony that didn't really inspire confidence despite looking the part of child's best friend.
The doll stands in my wardrobe A sentry to the years, As a babe in my dear mother's arms To my angsty, teenage tears. She once held pride of place In my ever-changing world.
As a boy I was fortunate, I was loved and encouraged, I felt safe always. Days endless and sunny, Running In between furze and rose, Each moment remarkable.
When I was younger, probably about 10 years ago, my mum and I used to read a book together. It was a lovely, hardback copy of The Chronicles of Narnia, which she had had since she was a child.
The sounds in the evening Go all through the house, The click of the clock And the pick of the mouse, The footsteps of people Upon the top floor, The skirts of my mother That brush by the door, The...
The rain pounds on the window. Its beat beats a patting serenity. The duvets wrapped tightly round me. I'm safely safe and warmth surrounds me. I love to go out in the rain.
I hear the pitter patter of the rain against the sill. Since a child I have been seated here, amongst the drops. The steady soft beat put me in a peaceful state of mind.
When I was young, my mom would scold me when I was naughty. I cried. She'd hit me whenever those little tears come out. "Why are you crying. I'm just scolding you.
Everyday counts. I have just about 34 more days to enjoy it, my life as a 6th grader. When I was little I dreamed of moving on to college,work, and all those opportunities.
You know how when you were a little kid and you believed in fairy tales, that fantasy of what your life would be, white dress, prince charming who would carry you away to a castle on a hill.
Hey, Monkey Tree. Beneath the wood. Dome of your arms. Your summer glade. With strong, low bows. Where small we played. And kept at bay. The world while leaping. Branch to branch. In death escaped.
When you were a child, sorrow passed as clouds on rainy days, the world was small, your parents were invincible heroes, they could cure all problems in the world, pain was temporary, heartache was...
Growing up in England I have grown used to a bit of rain now and again, which is the source of many complaints for most people.
Okay not to exaggerate much on the title, it is actually my last carboot sale before class starts tomorrow.
All alone in the woods. I lay down and let the sun pour itself onto my face. I close my eyes. The sounds of people talking, birds chirping remind me of something.
In this post, I am going to give you a brief rendition of what my childhood was like. I lived in my grandmother's basement with my young parents and older brother for the first two years of my life.
When I was a small kid, birthdays was joyful events celebrated by the whole family. I was always eagerly waiting for the next occasion, counting days and telling people what I wanted this year.
Gold Planets The sun streams into the classroom hot and bright. The smell of grass comes through the open window, reaching out with soft green hands and tickling my nose.
Welcome to the first part of my young memories. I will basically just write a new one every time I remember something or get told something I feel significant to my life and the person I am today.
Dear Opuss, I dunno where did yah get that name It sounds like seeing a pair of boots, " Oh Puss!" I smiled and it ran to the meadow I chased the rollin' furball kitty in the grass The kitty...