thoughts of a child.
i write in this sometimes. sometimes. sometimes. i have practice tonight. i also ride bikes. i read books. i have a dog. i need some friends. i have three ribbons. twenty-four of the twenty-nine gumballs in my posession, are actually mine. if you think you know. maybe steo into my shadow. its so good to see you. ive missed you so much. im so glad its over. i missed you so much. i came out to watch you play, why are you running away. frutt da da da dundundun.knock knock. who is there? gr. gr who? great. not many dogs actually enjoy sleep. here is what happened to me today. i was in my backyard with my brother. we both take a glance at the back left wall. flying over from the neighbors grass, comes a squirrel. he/she lands in my backyard, flies up and over the wall before my dog can tear it to squirrel death. when i say fly, i mean jump higher and further than any squirrel i have ever seen. that appears to be it. recalling all of the times i have died, and will die, i dont mind. i dont mind. i dont mind. goodbye.