The Child's Eye

Sun, 12/06/2015 - 06:22 -- alsayad

Ah... The adolescent age... Truly the good old days....
Before society taught me to hate, taught me to love...
A word that once was...
Now merely the definition of curopt.

A time when I could truly say I'd go crawling after the big blue ball and turn my back on the glistening pot of gold...
And I would cry! Oh how I would cry for that scrumptious chocolate chip cookie that my mom would hide...
I could honestly say i would have given up the heavens for that chocolaty mess.
But what was heaven in a child's eyes... Nothing!
I lived in a boxed fort with no girls allowed, I sang made up words, and I'd draw on the walls with no diaper on!
I was reckless! A savage! And I did it all without hurting a fly....
and when I was scared my mom would shu all the monsters away... and when I would cry... when I would cry she would sing me a song about how everything was alright...
It was okay...
Ah... the adolescent age... Truly the good old days. . . Before society taught me to hate....

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