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Wouldn't it be nice if we were older,
And we wouldn't have to wait so long?
And wouldn't it be nice to live together
In the kind of world where we belong?
I remember high school. I remember what life was like when I was dating Chris and everything was so unfair. I remember breaking into Chris' and David's house with Heather (climbing in through the window) and writing "Happy Halloween!" with the ketchup squeeze bottle in their bathtub. I remember waiting for him to come home and giggling like mad little children.
I remember my dad's silhouette that night.
Everything was so unfair. And I was so hot-headed.
I remember when I was in elementary school and I used to help in the library every day during the long recess because I was such a friendless dork. I helped little kids with their math. I remember teaching one little girl subtraction with a box of Crayola crayons. "You see, you have five crayons and then you take two away. How many are left? That's right, three!"
I remember Allison and I running out to our back porch and screaming at the tops of our lungs. Stress reliever? Definitely. It's probably not the first time that no one came to investigate multiple bloodcurdling screams coming from the general vicinity of the Hamlets.
Life is bizarre. It happens, and then it's gone. You have all of these rich memories, some of which draw laughter, while others draw tears. You think of things at the most random moments. Things you haven't thought of in years. I've never been one of those kids that always wanted to be older. I've always hated change, and dreaded the passing of time. I used to think a lot. I read a lot.
I remember hiding my romance book from the Jr. High library under my mattress when I was in 5th grade. I didn't want my parents to see it.
I'm still kind of like that. Not quite in my time, but I'm not sure to what time I belong. I suppose time will tell (ironically).
And we wouldn't have to wait so long?
And wouldn't it be nice to live together
In the kind of world where we belong?
I remember high school. I remember what life was like when I was dating Chris and everything was so unfair. I remember breaking into Chris' and David's house with Heather (climbing in through the window) and writing "Happy Halloween!" with the ketchup squeeze bottle in their bathtub. I remember waiting for him to come home and giggling like mad little children.
I remember my dad's silhouette that night.
Everything was so unfair. And I was so hot-headed.
I remember when I was in elementary school and I used to help in the library every day during the long recess because I was such a friendless dork. I helped little kids with their math. I remember teaching one little girl subtraction with a box of Crayola crayons. "You see, you have five crayons and then you take two away. How many are left? That's right, three!"
I remember Allison and I running out to our back porch and screaming at the tops of our lungs. Stress reliever? Definitely. It's probably not the first time that no one came to investigate multiple bloodcurdling screams coming from the general vicinity of the Hamlets.
Life is bizarre. It happens, and then it's gone. You have all of these rich memories, some of which draw laughter, while others draw tears. You think of things at the most random moments. Things you haven't thought of in years. I've never been one of those kids that always wanted to be older. I've always hated change, and dreaded the passing of time. I used to think a lot. I read a lot.
I remember hiding my romance book from the Jr. High library under my mattress when I was in 5th grade. I didn't want my parents to see it.
I'm still kind of like that. Not quite in my time, but I'm not sure to what time I belong. I suppose time will tell (ironically).