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When we were little, we wrote some cute, funny, and frankly embarrassing things. I'd love to see what kinds of things you wrote when you were little.
For @leelee101. A curled up ball of yarn,. Sinking in my chest,. Time for a reminisce,. Of everything that's best,. The fearless climbs of youth,. Perched up in the highest tree,.
Sat on the shelf. Next to some books. Never played with. Because of my looks. Im not the first. and won't be the last. Teddy bear. A relic from the past. No longer cute. Or cuddly too.
Emily stood on the edge of the pavement, pretending it was a rooftop she was perched precariously over, and dangled one mud cover shoe over the edge, where she could see its reflection in the grimy...
Rolling surf and salty air, Sandwiches and pop, Donkey rides without a care, Ice cream with nuts on top, Paddling 'mid frothy waves, Tickling my toes, And Uncle Albert, buried there, Laughing through...
Once when I was little. I was happy and carefree. I used to run around laughing. Until it was time for tea. I used to play games. And smile all the time. I used to feel on top of the world.
I sit on the creaking platform staring at the moon appearing from out the water, like a sea monster from out its icy lair. The moon spews light into the black water, rippling gently.
#household I looked through all my books, To see what I could find, I found a book of Children's rhymes, Though some were stuck in my mind.
Gonna miss you. You know I will do. You are fun. Without you I will be done. You make me live my day to the fullest. You also know what's best. I call you Dan. I like to, and cause I can.
One of my first poems......kinda bad lol Sounds as sweet as laughter Ringing through my ears Church bells chiming far away My eyes, they fill with tears The salty tears fall from my eyes Across...
This I wrote (like a mental note) when I was lying in my garden (on my trampoline).
#25thOfJuly Hot dogs roasting on an open barbie, Heat rash nipping at your nose, Radio music being sung in the kitchen, And folks dressed up in birthday suits.
We're off to the beach. To dig in the sand. With bucket and spade. Held tight in our hand. We'll build a big castle. As big as a house. Posh as you like. For the king mouse. We'll take a long walk.
#household Photographs bring back memories, Happy moments when were babies, Of when we didn't worry at all, Then we were so carefree and small, Older we got, now around ten Good memories we had back...
What REALLY used to bug me..
Take me back to those days. When we had no cares. Life was one big adventure. We weren't bothered by people's lingering stares. The highlight of the day was break time.
We first met in 3rd grade,. What a joy,. We were unsure at first,. Not quite close,. But after days and weeks,. We got to know eachother,. We bonded,. And got close,. We loved being together,.
Sun beats down on our skin as we walk along the beach As the sand snuggles between out feet Our footprints engrave themselves on the floor When we played beach volley ball We dance; we laugh; we...
It was Friday in late summer, over two years since I first entered my green place and Dad was finally coming home the next day.
I was about 8 when Dad first took me there. Him on his old battered Raleigh, me following on my first real bike.
Let's take a stroll Down Memory Lane As rain slowly drips On the window pane We travel the house The one we used to know All the fights and pets We had to let go We go into our little backyard With...
Last day of school,kids are quite upset. When I was a kid this was the best day you could get. They're going to miss there teachers they say Very weird indeed,kids it's time to play.
I just finished my last year at primary school (year 6). I will miss my friends who are not going to school with me, although I'm sure I'll see them again sometime.
I was the Sargent majors son I was Public enemy number one Other kids in the army school Used to get so mad they would drool With hate or fear of my dad Because of the power he had His job was to...