I miss childhood. Where everything you looked at wasn't offensive or categorized. When people didn't try to act so fucking grown-up. When people actually played games with their imaginations-- running up and down hills yelling about the Lava. When people could get pushed in the mud by Sam and cry a little and in twenty minutes be fighting aliens alongside him again. Adults are crack-fiends obsessed with grudges and revenge. Children, they forgive, forget, and live like the world revovling around them is merely that, around them. They don't immerse themselves in the marlarkey, they actually breathe.
I miss carrying around my little brothers and sisters, when they were still babies. They'd cry, I'd pick them up, and then they'd be happy again. I wish I could still do that today. There's a lot of bad stuff that I wish I could carry them through.
i miss the days when I didn't do everything based on my agenda, where I didn't always have to think about how the clock is ticking, where I didn't have to make a conscious decision every weekend that spending time with my friends and going out and having a social life is fun and all, but it won't make me bettwe at soccer. I miss the days where no one thought about the future.
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a-plus for thought process,
and extra credit for that amazing picture
and the memories that go along with it.
... remember sneaking around the grounds&running into some crazy security guard who didn't understand our broken french?
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