via Bloom, Grow, LoveRemember the magical light of childhood? Today, I saw some little girls playing in their front yard. I was surprised that it made me sad. I miss that. I miss playing with my sisters in the lush grass of our Grammie's house...or in our backyard pool...or with our American Girl dolls. I miss being read to every night by my mom.
Sometimes I think about it and it shocks me that I'm not a kid anymore.
Sometimes I think about it and it shocks me that I'm not a kid anymore.
i miss the way i'd hide and explore the woods and all the summer barbeques. sigh... gotta move back to the country someday.
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