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When Did A Playground Stop...When did a child stop acting like a child?
When did it grow up?
When did the playground stop being a place of fun?
When did it become a place of lost childhood memories?
When did the sand stop becoming a tool of enjoyment?
When did it start finding its way into places you were surprised to find sand in?
When did "being dirty" get a different meaning?
When did poles stopped being used for climbing and were used as a prop for dancing?
When did the jungle gym stopped being used for excitement?
When did it start being used to train adult in the army?
When did the swing stop being used in imaginations?
When did it become "just a swing"?
When did we stop using our imaginations for play?
When did out imaginations become ideas?
When did we grow up?
Disappointment"It's ok," said her mother, "I will support you no matter what!" Those words continued to haunt her for hours; she knew her mother meant it. Then again her mother did have the tendency to hold back on showing her true emotions. Like mother, like daughter.
Everything about her seemed to reflect her mother. Her looks and attitude were brought on by her mother, yet there was a hint of her father.
Her father; she was Daddy's Little Girl. He raised her when she was small, and then a couple of weeks after her grandmother's funeral: he was gone. He was locked up in jail, and didn't come out til 6 years later. And once he was out he wasn't allowed back into the country for another 3 years.
He would have gotten out sooner if he had controlled his temper. She remember getting a letter from him explaining that he was gonna stay an extra 60 days for his temper. The same temper she had built inside her when she attacked and nearly killed one of her closest friend.
"...support you " Would she r
Dear My LoveI see you but you never see me.
All you see is an empty shell of what I used to be.
The shell of regret and sorrow.
As I wait patiently by the window until dawn breaks and it is tomorrow.
You are here with me inside my heart.
Knowing that through dreams we will never be apart.
But once I wake.
All I feel is heartbreak.
Knowing that what we had was all a dream.
And my life is no longer what it may seem.
Or is this relationship I thought was wrong?
My love for you so very strong.
It holds my gift to you: love.
From the earth's core to the stars above.
I wish to sleep forever.
But I do not wish to die yet.
For I have plans that I haven't set.
A date or time.
God how I hate to rhyme.
You may think you know me.
But you don't see.
So please let me dream...
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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