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Last night when we were driving home, I was sitting in the passenger seat, and I looked up at the sky and there was only one star. So I started questioning whether it was a plane or not, I mean really, one star? Then as we started heading farther and farther away from the city, all the stars started popping up everywhere. Then of course I started thinking about when I was young, and all the things that used to make me happy. Happy or satisfied.. I'm not eactly sure. Back when everything was simple, and I didn't have a worry in the world.
I remember watching the movie All Dogs Go to Heaven, and then for the longest time believing that the clouds were heaven. So I used to talk to the clouds, when everyone else was praying next to their bed. I never understood why they did that, if the clouds were the prettiest during the day time. So my neighborhood friend and I used to grab blankets and go out in my backyard and lay on them face up, and make pictures out of the clouds. We'd lay there for hours just laughing about all the crazy things we'd find, and sooner or later my dad would bring us out a plate of cookies, or something to snack on, and we'd lay there for a little while longer, until, of course, we ran out of clouds. I lived in the clouds so much when I was little, so much that I would never go in a plane, because the thought of riding in a plane through the clouds, and seeing the inside of heaven, was horrible to me. Why would you want to see a place that you only get the opportunity to visit once?.. and that's when you're gone. Nobody ever understood me when i was little, maybe I was crazy, I'm not sure.
My cousin would come over after school during the spring time, and we'd go out in our big backyard, and lay in a pile of clovers and also sit there for hours searching and searching for four leaf clovers. Although I don't think I ever found one in my life, I'd still go out there every singe day searching and searching. Maybe I wasn't even really looking, i just liked the idea of laying in a batch of clovers under the sun. Then again, he would find at least three a day, and here I was never finding one. I used to punch my cousin a lot when i was little, I was violent towards him, he was my cousin. However, he was older than me and most of the time bigger, but I can't remember one time he ever punched me back.
I remember watching the movie All Dogs Go to Heaven, and then for the longest time believing that the clouds were heaven. So I used to talk to the clouds, when everyone else was praying next to their bed. I never understood why they did that, if the clouds were the prettiest during the day time. So my neighborhood friend and I used to grab blankets and go out in my backyard and lay on them face up, and make pictures out of the clouds. We'd lay there for hours just laughing about all the crazy things we'd find, and sooner or later my dad would bring us out a plate of cookies, or something to snack on, and we'd lay there for a little while longer, until, of course, we ran out of clouds. I lived in the clouds so much when I was little, so much that I would never go in a plane, because the thought of riding in a plane through the clouds, and seeing the inside of heaven, was horrible to me. Why would you want to see a place that you only get the opportunity to visit once?.. and that's when you're gone. Nobody ever understood me when i was little, maybe I was crazy, I'm not sure.
My cousin would come over after school during the spring time, and we'd go out in our big backyard, and lay in a pile of clovers and also sit there for hours searching and searching for four leaf clovers. Although I don't think I ever found one in my life, I'd still go out there every singe day searching and searching. Maybe I wasn't even really looking, i just liked the idea of laying in a batch of clovers under the sun. Then again, he would find at least three a day, and here I was never finding one. I used to punch my cousin a lot when i was little, I was violent towards him, he was my cousin. However, he was older than me and most of the time bigger, but I can't remember one time he ever punched me back.