What I miss
I miss the innocence, the right to run away with my imagination without being judged, I miss that if I made a mistake it was okay, I miss that if I made a mess of things they would always get cleaned up. I miss not knowing danger and poverty, always being safe in my mothers’ arms. I miss the mystery of Santa Claus and all his reindeers
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