A sound I can't get tired of hearing is the sound of people laughing.
I remember I was at school and I had Math. Our teacher finished teaching today's lesson, but we still had time left.
I don't remember the context or why, but our teacher just cracked a joke. The whole class started laughing making so much noise.
I remember I laughed just the same as them. I laughed so hard my stomach hurt.
After a while the class calmed down and silence filled the room. The bell rang and we went home.
I got out and it was raining. I didn't have an umbrella, so I just ran home. It felt so right. The rain drops cooling me down, falling on my pale face, puddles forming on the ground and a smell of rain filling my lungs. I remember that I laughed so hard and squealed. I ran faster and faster looking in front of me, my vision blurry. I was overjoyed.
When I got home my mother asked me why I was wet. She kept telling me I was so reckless not bringing an umbrella with me and that I shall catch a cold. She then made me tea, and after I showered and changed my clothes, I got in bed. I was cold so I put a blanket on me. I turned off the lights in my room and thought about how happy I was.
Even now, when I'm a grown up, I think about that day and wish I could go back. I was myself then. And I was free. I felt like I was finally laughing from the bottom of my heart, not caring about anything. A feeling I can no longer feel, so I hold onto that special memory.
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PoetryEmotional and expressive poems that I wrote. Some of them are heartbreaking, some of them are happy, some are just powerful.
