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I do remember a time when I experienced joy quite regularly, it was a more innocent affair back then; honestly, the last time I can quite adamantly say I had it good was probably between the ages of...
As we leave the winter behind, I've written a little something to remind us about what the very best parts are about.
Hope you like it.. Chapter one. I hadn't been here for years. All the memories rushing back at once.
Nothing beats the feeling of holding a book full of your own work, freshly finished. Be it a sketchbook, a notebook, a diary, a manuscript or even a workbook.
So we'd just gotten out of having to play hide and seek with a very boisterous five year old. We'd been thinking about sunbathing now that she'd gone, but in the blink of an eye it started to hail.
Chapter 1 I had a childhood which was mixed with a bitter sweet balance that’s really hard to define. But I will try. Life at home was probably as good as a child can expect.
Ok, this is so cheesy but it's kinda fun and I know it's not Christmas. I did write it at Christmas though... Enjoy.
Don't you remember when you had your first dream as a child. Happy. Sad. Scared. Excited. So many feelings that you experienced which you never felt before.
I miss my youth, everyday I could go out to the playground and play sand. I don't have to worry about cleanness or bacteria, I just simply play along until I am fulfilled.
22nd October, 1876 Dear diary, Polly phoned this morning, twice. I was allowed to answer both times. Also today my Grandma Eliza ( who I'm named after ) came on a visit.
I remember first grade. I was so happy. I barley cried, and when I did, it was something stupid like a paper cut. But hey, I was in first grade.
21st October,1876 Dear diary, Today father made an unusual purchase... It was a telephone. Our Uncle Edward has one too.
I just woke up, but when I did, I saw everything through the eyes of a kindergartner, and I loved it. Everything seemed so magnificent.
You were away Far away. Not fighting a war, like I know some people's dads are. But still in a barren, frozen land. And at least you come home. Almost guaranteed, actually. But I still miss you.
When I was very little, my beloved nana gave me a brown teddy bear. He wears a green sweater with a one big pocket in the middle on the front that's open on both ends.
When we're little we would race across the yard When we were little we could have no cares in our mind When we were little stress wasn't a problem When we were little we could go up to someone and we...
I remember those days, when we sat on your porch in the warm sunlight, sipping your mom's sweet tea and talking about how much we loved to draw.
I am your old teddybear. Forgotten, unwanted and alone. I sit in a box hidden under your bed, where you left me to go the rest of my days.
As a child growing up in the beautiful seaside town of Santa Barbara I remember having such freedom to roam.
Memories. Seeing the sun the first time. The warmth if it, the light, the brightness of it. The stars. The sparkling stars in the sky. Some you can see and some you cannot. Kind of like friends.
Cuando uno es pequeño piensa que todo es mágico, que las cosas mas raras podrían pasar, no importa de donde sea tu nacionalidad, uno siempre sueña cosas que podríamos decir son imposibles, pero que...
Yesterday was my brothers 23rd birthday.
I could remember the days when I was a kid Days of penny lollies, bubble gum Marbles in puddled gutters Hot with East End sun.