Childhood, by Life_Is_Fabulous Subscribe to rss feed for Life_Is_Fabulous

I miss the days where my ways were of a child's. 

There was nothing to fear and looking in the
mirror was only something Mother did. 

My imagination was like a train station where 
impossible ideas flowed infinitely to corners of 
the world I've only ever dreamt of. 

My worst worry was a funny snack turning my 
mouth a funny hue like blue and the other
kids would know I wasn't sharing my something
sweet.

Childhood is where dress-up isn't a game. It's 
where your career path changes with the switch 
of a garment. 

Now it's a world with college and fees and people 
to please and an impossible debt to pay that is 
required of you before your train can leave the
station.

I think about time every minute of the day and
to think,
that before I would just waste it away not 
knowing if it was Tuesday, Birthday, 
Spring Summer Winter Fall.

All there was was play.
Posted: 2013-05-29 02:43:34 UTC

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