The Ghost of My Childhood
The old swing set in the big front yard, was as old as the whining dog next door. The rotten old skin began to fall off, as I touched the wood.
I turn around, I see the old memories running by me, jumping on the swings, and hollering. Those memories are ghosts haunting me of my childhood. I smile watching the memories go through me and begin to play again on the old swing set.
As I began to leave, I hear a sweet honey like laughter from behind me. I turn around becoming alarmed, knowing that old laughter, and I see myself and friends standing in front of the old swing set.
The ghost smiles at me and says in a whisper, 'come back some day…' and I reply, 'I shall… in my dreams…' leaving with my ghosts disappearing.
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