...slowly she begins to live in the past. the funny thing about that is that she was not able to remember most of her childhood, except for small things. the color of her swimsuits, the taste of tiger tale ice cream, the caterpillars she would collect while riding her bike, the boy with the fish tank full of little frogs that she felt the need to liberate those where good things. once and a while a small rush of bad things would come to her, she would face them head on for a minute or two then feeling her fist fill with anger she would shut the door tight shaking her head as if she was trying to have those memories fall out of her, . slowly she found herself lingering in certain memories, she was reliving the ones from the last few years more than any other but this time she toke out all the painful moments and replaced them with all the what ifs she had gathered through out the years.
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i wish it had all been about frogs, fireflies, ladybugs, maybe some anxious first days of school here and there.
the rest is too much for a girl's shoulders. amazing, though, how a little one learns to carry it. now, the hard part- learning how to release it.
this has me quiet. this has me walking down memory lane.
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