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I remember my first crush quite clearly. Her name was Danica Zimmerman and we both at the time were in the third or fourth grade, but more likely the third.
I remember all those times we would stay up all night long playing Pokemon and fighting over who was the better gamer.
Chapter 1 (continued) The gates of that great vessel of peculiarities had been a part of me from such an early age that I know not where a vaguely normal sense of existence, experienced as a babe...
I thought I'd get in practice Make sure I haven't lost my touch And make the family pancakes This lovely Tuesday night.
Let's go off to Bangor, Bangor-boats-away Where we can spend an hour or two Reliving a childhood That all to fast was sped In pickie parks and pedalos, Fine swan shaped chariots, Joy in hand, In...
This house has the same texture as my old And forgot Favorite toy from my childhood, his name was Tram an Old wooden puppet with Removable arms you can Use for a back scratcher, that was my Favorite...
"Rachel" ******************** Year: 1999 Age: 5 Location: Elizabeth-town, Kentucky I'm at my Uncle Elliot's with my younger brother Josh.
Now that I'm 9, I've figured out most things. Like the hiding the food that you dislike works well until you have to do something with it.
I've found while trying to recollect my early years some of the memories aren't mine. And now I think I know why.
"First memory" Year: 1998 Age: 4 Location: Elizabeth-town, Kentucky I reach up and turn the door knob, opening the door. As i step on to the porch I feel a little pain.
So as I was saying my mother believed that this wasn't the best school for me. Ok I have to admit I had some interesting times. Like when this guy came in threatening the lunch ladies with a water...
In the kitchen I remember every Sunday. Cooking eggs with my dad. As that was the only thing he knew how to make. In the hallway. I remember all the fights. My mum and dad used to have. In the lounge.
3 This poem was set to a short film project in memory of my Mother for my Multimedia Course produced in 2002. I used it for the narration set to music and film I hope you like it.
I had a lizard once. Sparky was his name. He was just a baby gecko. But I loved him all the same. I used to feed him grapes. And water from a lid. He lived in a paper tray. He did my sparky did.
Whatever happened to bedtime stories. Magical words that transport a child sweetly to the land of nod; Whatever happened to that special time.
When I started out small I knew nothing at all No words to speak Only eyes to seek Up on Grandpa's lap What seemed like a dream Made my face beam Where stories unfolded And characters moulded...
When you first came, A hindrance, Now that you've grown, An annoyance. You were always seen, As cute, While they wished I, Was mute. You get to sit, Do nothing, I have to run, Always busy.
The snow has come, it's here at last. It's so deep and lovely like snows past. The piece and quiet that surrounds the air. Makes me breathe and relax without a care.
I was told "you talk too much" When I was younger, aged 8. But all I had talked about was The things that interested me. How the stars in our dark skies Are just gigantic balls of gas.
Well. Spent the whole day having a snowball fight with our lane of houses and some friends.
Do we as writers think more deeply about everything?. From as early as I can remember I always thought differently than a lot of my friends.
Once I had a dragon Bartholomew was his name The other dragons teased him But I loved him all the same Once I had a dragon And I hugged him all to bits He used to keep me warm at night And I used to...
A lot of adults are like, oh, being a kid was so easy, I wish I was young again, but y'all seem to forget the hard parts, like when you totally flunked that math test, or you completely forgot you...
I remember when I went to elementary school. The school was called Heritage Elementary, and this had to have happened in third or fourth grade, probably fourth.