Me...mories

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Me...mories

Sometimes when I listen to certain songs I find myself... 

I am still a kid, I am smiling, and playing in the rain.  I am jumping in puddles.  I am happy.  I trust the world.  I don’t really have any friends yet other than my cousins and family and I am still only about a foot and a half tall.  I am about 3 or 4 years old.  I have family and they love me.  I have my smile and it’s always with me.  Everything makes me happy, everything is magical, everything is wondrous.

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I look around all the time at everything in amazement...

Why is the apple green?  I wonder what it tastes like...  Eww it’s sour!  Will I be strong and tall like my Dad when I grow up?  Will my Mom be proud of me when I grow up?  I love the rain.  Grown ups don’t have enough fun.  I love being a kid!  When I am tired or scared and my Mom hugs me and walks me to my bed I feel calm.  I feel as light as a feather.  I am tired.  The blankets are soft and cozy.  I am sleeping. 

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I wake up... 

It’s time to play, time to smile again!  I want to ride my red tricycle; the one Santa brought me for Christmas.  I hope I have been being a good boy and making my parents happy.  I wish I was tall enough to climb our tree, one day I will be.  I get to go to school soon!  I want to play with other kids.  Lying in the grass and looking at the clouds is fun.  My stomach is full because I just ate the lunch my Mom made me.  I can’t wait until Dad gets home from work so he teach me how to wrestle. 

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I fall asleep on the grass...

When  I wake up the sun has moved and I am now in shade under the tree but am still warm from the sun.  There is a slight breeze.  I see my Mom watching me and smiling from the kitchen window.  I am happy and smiling; I am loved...

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Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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