I always remember my childhood days. It's fun and great. no worries, no responsibilities, just playing and more playing.
I love being take cared by my parents especially my mom.
I missed my child fights with my sisblings.
I miss my lounch box and school uniforms.
I miss the whole...
that the Men of the North swept through this here land and ravaged our fields, bringing desolation, ruin and blight upon us all...oh, hear me boy, they shall rue that day! *cackles maniacally and shuffles back into my hut*
Lately I have been reminiscing on my childhood. Back when my parents didn't hate me so much, life wasn't so complicated and furthermore; back when I was happy. I can't help but wish I could go back, if only for an instant.
All of the people forgotten in my life tend to become my dreams. I've had so many friends, some good, some bad, but they all share one thing in common. They were a part of my life.
I'm sure like me, you too have had a friend that was there for you that is no longer there...
I used to play with my best friends and my sister in the field behind our house. We lived together--all of us. It was ideal, to say the least. I have this clear image of Kendra running through the tall grass, her little white dress billowing out behind her. For her, each step was...