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The old me
#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. We would meet new friends, and play together with mud. We wouldn't care about how rich you were or how blonde your hair was.
We didn't care about the cutest boys, staring at us. Or the bullies, who never allow you to their parties. They were mean but you still want to do anything for their party.
When I was younger, I didn't care about that boy who broke my heart, or what my future was going to be like. I just cared about my family and life. I miss the old me. I miss enjoying my life not caring about, grades, or boys, or the bullies, or my friends.
© Dairo
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. We would meet new friends, and play together with mud. We wouldn't care about how rich you were or how blonde your hair was.
We didn't care about the cutest boys, staring at us. Or the bullies, who never allow you to their parties. They were mean but you still want to do anything for their party.
When I was younger, I didn't care about that boy who broke my heart, or what my future was going to be like. I just cared about my family and life. I miss the old me. I miss enjoying my life not caring about, grades, or boys, or the bullies, or my friends.
© Dairo
