The Early Years - Past and Present
As I was unpacking a few boxes, I just happened to come across a huge envelope packed full of papers. These envelopes are full of buried treasures and I just couldn't help but investigate.
One of the first pieces of paper I pulled out, was a couple of old poems I wrote when I was in high school (or grade school - I can't be sure of the timing). I would love to share them with you. But, to spice it up, I am going to write a different section - called present - which will see how my views and writing have changed over the years.
I want to mention these were for a class, so the past section might have some sort of English type assignment associated with it. (Hence some of the descriptions.) I hope you enjoy. I know I enjoyed finding some of my old stuff.
Past
Childhood is not wanting to go to bed because you are afraid of the monsters underneath
Childhood is naming your cat Tootsie Roll because you couldn't think of anything else
Childhood is having a favorite toy that glows like a light bulb
Childhood is getting on the wrong bus and trying to tell the bus driver where you live when you have no idea where.
Childhood was playing tag with all of your friends and coming in with you face as red as an apple
Childhood is having a friend that you used to write to every single day
Childhood is saving all of your peppermint candy canes so you can have them later
Childhood is having someone that is so special that you never want to leave their side
Childhood is remembering when you had to get bundled up to go house hopping on Christmas Eve and walking outside with the snow crunching beneath your feet
Childhood is having to share your small, simple bedroom with your older sister
Childhood is running away from home and still following the rules by not crossing the street
Childhood is telling some young boy you will show yours if he shows his... and getting caught
Childhood is eating a Mud Pie your sister made for you, only to realize it doesn't taste too good
Childhood is remembering how good it felt when it was just you and your mom waiting for the school bus every afternoon
Childhood is accepting another sibling, even though it means you are no longer the baby of the family
Childhood is getting a Gameboy for Christmas, but having parents who played it more
Childhood is going camping with the entire family every single weekend during the summer
Childhood is being broke, but never knowing that money really mattered
Childhood is thinking life is unfair; wishing you were already an adult
Childhood is playing the recorder and thinking you are a musician
Childhood is getting a real instrument and putting on private concerts for your parents, which they said sounded awesome even though it was more like a dying duck
Childhood is riding your bike all day long and not counting the number of miles
Childhood is sleepovers and best friends and notes passed in the hallways
Childhood is an obsession with finding yourself and trouble on the way
Childhood is what you wish you had again once you have to become a responsible adult
From some of my favorites
- Rear View Mirror
Looking back at life, you remember all the good times you had. It is almost like looking into a Rear View Mirror. Take a journey back into the past with RealHousewife. - The tongue is a restless serpent
The snake and the tale he weaves as he finds the mouth to mouth demonstration a complete bust. - Poem The Beaver and the Moose
Children's story poem about how a beaver met a moose. - Old Works 4: Light of happiness
In life, the lonely candle will always help light the way.
From Barbergirl28
- Reflections - a look back at your life
Taking a look into the mirror you may think you see nothing but a reflection of yourself. Look a little closer and you can see the person you have become and the story you are creating. It is called your life, and you don't need a holiday to reflect - How can Happy be spelled without U?
Changing Happy to Huppy seems to make sense because Happy should never be spelled without U. - Writing Poetry - The Loneliest Poem
Writing poetry is a beautiful art, but getting it the attention that it deserves is often times a challenge.
