I remember being little. Each day happiness was found in unexpected places. You'd run around, oblivious to the world around you. Candy was sweeter. The sun was brighter. Conflict was inexistant. You could stay entertained for hours with a plastic doll or some, now seemingly inane, coloring book. I want those days back. I just remember smiling alot
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