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Author: Stepfanie C | Added: Jan 23 2003 | Views/Reads: 3073/0 | 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. Tweet
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