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Your mom wears a crew cut.
I kicked my heels back onto the desk in front of me, enjoying the entertainment others are getting because of it. The teacher drones on about the subject while I smile and yawn, and stretch my arms over my head. Finally crossing my feet, I lean my head back on the chair and start to gently snore as the teacher's lecture voice lulls me to sleep.
My mother gives me a boost so I can reach the bars of the Jungle gym. My childhood. So much fun, so many memories, so simple. Compared to life now, complicated, noisy, busy, obnoxious in general.
The latest edition of Douglas Adam's "restaurant at the end of the universe" will be available for sale as of 3/14/2011. EDITION!
I fancy whims said the pioneer's child. The weirdness stricken upon me when I hear this word brings back memories of weirdness, the unicorns and past dreams of my childhood recently gone. WHIMP!
Summer is an amazing season. The trees rustle with a fresh green look. And the warm breeze feels good on your sunburnt cheeks. The salty sea water splashes as it makes its way up past the barrier of the boat and onto your already wet bathing suit.
This summer, I was on a boat. The sun shone on my burnt face and My skin was bathed in warmth. The ocean waves crashed and their white caps were frothy and the tips, hence the names. We pulled up to an island and ate lunch. It was sandy.