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#WritcoStoryPrompt6
I can never forget the joyous days of my childhood, especially the summer when all we did was swim in the river or lie on it's edge.The whirling air surrounds us,crossing my ear and fascinating my soul by its serene sound.My little two hands bedraggled in the clay,and my innocence that made me to wipe them with my clean clothes,that my mother took about an hour to remove the stains of chocolate pie.There was no fury no wrath all me and my childhood hand in hand ,winning one's laurels in their own world .How costly those days were,that I'm too poor to have them again.Childhood is richest indeed.
© maniya
I can never forget the joyous days of my childhood, especially the summer when all we did was swim in the river or lie on it's edge.The whirling air surrounds us,crossing my ear and fascinating my soul by its serene sound.My little two hands bedraggled in the clay,and my innocence that made me to wipe them with my clean clothes,that my mother took about an hour to remove the stains of chocolate pie.There was no fury no wrath all me and my childhood hand in hand ,winning one's laurels in their own world .How costly those days were,that I'm too poor to have them again.Childhood is richest indeed.
© maniya
