My Forgotten Childhood

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I miss my childhood deeply. Born in Russia, I moved to the United States when I was four. Unfortunately I have never been back. I remember when I was little that every holiday felt kind of magic and then it all went away and felt void.

Submitted: April 21, 2014

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My childhood has became abandoned, once a banded luxurious neighborhood, all was good. All the sudden in a flash, my childhood was being left behind, I couldn't find my way around any more. My pore of happiness and creativity was closing. I felt kinda sore, it felt like I was decomposing. I felt a little dozy, Then I stood on the concave wood and could start to notice a difference. The difference was that the wood was less concave and cool in colors, all the colored wool pictures in my room must of fell to their doom because the perfume and joy of Christmas was being missed. I felt so pissed every Christmas because I didn't get the same thing that I wanted every year. Perhaps a warm joyful cheer was what I needed for the new year but I never succeeded, it was never found. It's like my surrealism world was bound to come to an end. I started to attend school, which was cool at the time, to get good grades and go to college. But as I grew older this school was starting to become a tool to lure me from my cradle. Like bridle, it fiddled with my mind and behind my happiness. A lot of kids saw the tests and homework as a Loch Ness monster. Until they actually grew up and did their own work then they started to grow into these hungry Loch Ness monsters with nothing but bridle on their heads. They were fed nothing but fish and wished to do nothing but yonder in their same ponder.


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