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I wish you could have been there for the sun & the rain & the long, hard hills. For the sound of a thousand conversations scattered along the road.
People say it would be a great thing that you can go with the one you love to watch Titanic in the cinema if you didn't have a chance to do so 15 years ago.
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.
Read my mind, this is a confession of a king. I can't stay in the world that we live in, especially in this day and age. I think I'm losing touch, but this is your life.
A week ago I went to the movies with a friend and we were talking about movies that made us cry.
This isn't much of a writing piece, just a little memory I've been thinking a lot about lately... Anyways, here goes.
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.
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.
I have been alive in eight different decades. Sure, I was born just a few weeks away from the 50’s, and it’s only 2012, but still, it’s true enough.
Isn't it crazy how when you're listening to a song you can have flashbacks of a specific moment in your life when you were listening to the song.
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 miss how we laughed at the stupidest things. I miss how you said "darn it" with your accent.
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.
In childhood we live under the brightness of immortality - heaven is as near and actual as the seaside.
Songs of childhood make me think of poems yet to come In my young days when I heard music I heard the drums Now I'm older I like the tunes that only I can hum Standing in the doorway, lighting up...
As a child growing up in the beautiful seaside town of Santa Barbara I remember having such freedom to roam.
English Leather came in its own little wooden box. It looked kind of like what you would see in a cedar chest.
Boxes full of photographs. Stolen moments from the past. Hold onto them 'cause they don't last. How it flies. Don't blink your eyes. It goes so fast. Even if you're there for every single minute.
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.
A memory - was something that you lost with age An application - Was for employment A program - Was a TV show A cursor - Used profanity A keyboard - Was a piano A web - Was a spider's home A...
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.