Wishing To Travel Back In Time

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I wish I could turn back time.
It's not to go back and fix things, although if it was possible, then I would.
I want to go back and relive those good memories that I've kept dearly to me.
Life goes on too fast.
Too fast for me to even grab onto and hang on.
It's dragging me forward.
If only it could pull me back and relive.
Every time I think about it, it almost makes me want cry.
Back then, when I was little, life was good.
My parents were together and we were a happy family.
I would smile and laugh all the time.
I was practically the happiest baby on the planet.
My mom had called me little Buddha.
I would love to dance around, shaking my little booty.
I remember a time when my parents took me and my sister to a aquarium when we were little.
My dad took a footage of it.
I had gotten out of the stroller and had walked over the the fish tank.
My sister, being the little goofball that she is, sat right in my seat.
I was too busy with the fish to even care.
I also remember a time when we had easter with the other part of our family.
My dad had also filmed that one. 
He always films the cutest videos of us when we were little.
I remember my cousin Mackenzie got a bubble in her eye.
I also remember when we were looking for our baskets inside the house.
My sister's was behind the bathroom door, and mine was underneath my blanket on my bed.
I remember the apartment pool that we lived at. 
There was a huge pool and a little hot tub.
It was all amazing.
I remember our balcony when we walked outside.
I loved being on the balcony.
I remember what the apartment looked like. It was near our elementary school so we walked there with mom.
I remember one time it hailed when we were outside the apartment complex.
I also remember that apartment we went to when we were small.
There's so many memories that I have that I can spend time sharing.
I don't think I can share them all here though.
I don't want to bore anyone; it's not within my nature.
I have a long story to tell though.
The story of my life, of course, is never ending.
I remember most things that occur in my life.
I especially remember things that I regret doing.
Those things will continue to haunt me.

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