I've posted this before...
long live youth
Long live innocence.. and youth
Your imagination, Annie,Muppet Babies,Mr.dress up......running around in the fake wedding dress my grandma made for me. Stuffed animals were real. Amelia Bedialia and bernstein bears. Baby born. My Toy washer and dryer and i was convinced actually worked. computer games with four colors....or that wonderful graphical interface labeled CGA. polly pockets.... i lost all the pieces. crying got me what i wanted. The beach boys and The song my mom song that morning was the best music available anywhere. The most exciting thing about cars were the storage compartments we labeled "treasure chests." Drawing pictures of what the clouds looked like to me. I wanted black hair. It was a joy to wake up at 7:30 am to watch the saturday morning cartoons. R rated movies and MTV were forbidden and guilt producers. denist Barbie.You didn't care if your clothes came from K-mart. when my mom brushed my hair. making up dances in my basement to backstreet boys.The lion the witch and the wardrobe caused me to wander into my closet on a nightly basis to see if there was another world with a magic lion.The neighbors had nintendo and I cryed if I ended up being Luwegie instead of mario. frogs. I loved the sound tap shoes would make. My brother putting on his superman costume and me being the lady he was trying to resue. I didn't like taking naps. mr.j the singing letter was my best friend. when i could hug my dad without feeling funny and do a cool flip off his belly. I made mud pies in the sandbox and thought u actually ate them. swinging on the swing and singing to the birds. Cereal boxes had stuff inside that I really, really wanted. Christmas day was absolutley perfectly magical. Recess, 3 times a day. I had assistants helping me in dance class. dairy Twist. My dog was a puppy, my cat was a kitten. climbing on the top of the bunk bed to see if the glow in the dark stars were real. Our 4 foot pool was 1 foot above my head..............and my family spent lots of time together.
My imagination was free. My heart had never been broken. and all smiles were real....i could live in every moment without thinking of the ones before...
now...i can't say much of anything
everything just turns to shit
Long live innocence.. and youth
Your imagination, Annie,Muppet Babies,Mr.dress up......running around in the fake wedding dress my grandma made for me. Stuffed animals were real. Amelia Bedialia and bernstein bears. Baby born. My Toy washer and dryer and i was convinced actually worked. computer games with four colors....or that wonderful graphical interface labeled CGA. polly pockets.... i lost all the pieces. crying got me what i wanted. The beach boys and The song my mom song that morning was the best music available anywhere. The most exciting thing about cars were the storage compartments we labeled "treasure chests." Drawing pictures of what the clouds looked like to me. I wanted black hair. It was a joy to wake up at 7:30 am to watch the saturday morning cartoons. R rated movies and MTV were forbidden and guilt producers. denist Barbie.You didn't care if your clothes came from K-mart. when my mom brushed my hair. making up dances in my basement to backstreet boys.The lion the witch and the wardrobe caused me to wander into my closet on a nightly basis to see if there was another world with a magic lion.The neighbors had nintendo and I cryed if I ended up being Luwegie instead of mario. frogs. I loved the sound tap shoes would make. My brother putting on his superman costume and me being the lady he was trying to resue. I didn't like taking naps. mr.j the singing letter was my best friend. when i could hug my dad without feeling funny and do a cool flip off his belly. I made mud pies in the sandbox and thought u actually ate them. swinging on the swing and singing to the birds. Cereal boxes had stuff inside that I really, really wanted. Christmas day was absolutley perfectly magical. Recess, 3 times a day. I had assistants helping me in dance class. dairy Twist. My dog was a puppy, my cat was a kitten. climbing on the top of the bunk bed to see if the glow in the dark stars were real. Our 4 foot pool was 1 foot above my head..............and my family spent lots of time together.
My imagination was free. My heart had never been broken. and all smiles were real....i could live in every moment without thinking of the ones before...
now...i can't say much of anything
everything just turns to shit