I miss the girl that once was me
happy go-lucky, wild, and free
I miss seeing the world through a childs eyes
where fairytales seemed real
and there were no lies
I miss Sunday picnic's, carnivals, and fairs
where families played together, and everyone cared
I miss it all, it doesn't seem fair
to have to grow up and leave it all there !
( Poem written a few months ago. Thinking on my youth and so many fond memories of times past )
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