It's not being a kid I miss; I'm very happy I grew up and I enjoy the free thinking. Instead, it's the moments of silence I end up missing. Those moments that were so simple and common at the time, but now I will never experience again. There's no longer a need for big bulky computers at the computer lab with sticky keys and worn mouse pads. I will never eat Cupcake Fruity Pebbles Limited Edition ever again; it no longer exists and the only proof I have is a memory of my child's mind. I will never play 7-UP in a classroom again. I used to always cheat and stare at their shoes. There are no more rainy car rides through H*******. No more visits of nonna and nonno and the smell of eggplant, sugo, or fresh ravioli. I remember a blue outfit with fairies and charms of the like on it in my drawer. I remember I sat by that old wooden dresser, clasped my hands together, and I prayed to god. I said to Him, "If I die, I would like to be brought to heaven in this outfit. I want to be beautiful, thank you God. Amen."
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Short Stories/Orginal
General FictionThese are all stories I came up with, some are finished and some aren't. I may complete some later on, maybe. You may notice my writing has more description than plot, I do that on purpose to give a poetry yet still story effect on my writing. I'm o...
