Just reminiscing about childhood.

Take a trip with me through time.

Smell the roses. No. Mangle and stomp on them.

Get thorns stuck on your fingertips and laugh.

Dash away as if you committed a crime.

Play handball to your heart's content.

As if you don't have a care in the world.

If you don't play, who's going to be the next king?

After that we can share our crushes under our pillow tent.

Remember Nancy with the pretty eyes? She was cool.

Or Jenny with the giraffe socks? She's funny.

How about we step back and live again.

No Lies. No Drama. Just Fun and Laughter. Adventures.

The End

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