6am was the alarm clock of every child under the age of eight in my neighbourhood. Only God knows why we never slept in. Almost every morning was the same . Wake up, forget to brush our teeth , stay in our pajamas , eat breakfast, yell our cousins' name informing them we were awake and from 8am to 11am or even one in the afternoon. When our mothers investigated we hadn't had a bath for the morning and hadn't eaten lunch, they'd call us in. Summoning us to our daily punishment, a bath. Lunch was obviously the treatment. Shortly after we ate , we'd begin playing from three until dusk. When vacation came the days repeated themselves . We were happy. We were happy because we plated everyday . We played everyday because we had no responsibilities. We had no responsibilities because we were kids. We were kids because we knew what we were and whose we were.
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As I grew, I peaked out the window only to look at the blue in the sky. The sun slowly awakening. Gold touching the earth.
I feel the coldness in the air and then my day begins. Imma' always be grateful...endlessly saying thanks for the supporters and the readers. Comment,Vote, like....pleaseeee...Thanks so much. Lots of love. xoxoxo. This one was kinda short but there'll be more.
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Footprints
AcakThere is no description of the stories that are about to be posted. nothing can be reincarnated....but i know I've left some footprints so might as well look back at them as the shore washes them away.
