Older (standard:poetry, 127 words)
Author: Stepfanie C	Added: Jan 23 2003	Views/Reads: 3087/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
about growing up

I see a child on a swing, swinging unsteady and even though my eyes 

are tightly shut, I see the child swing to and fore.  I hear the wind 

pass me by then notice the child start to fade and wounder if this 

could be.  I try to grab for the child, but all I grasp onto is the 

chain and as I let go to try again I notice the child disapare.  I 

feel cold air glide though me and as I open my eyes to see, thier I am 

swinging on the swing not as a child but as an adult.  I then realize 

that I am growing older and that I can't keep on grabing for the child 

for I'm no longer one anymore.


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