Sorry for not posting, I've been very busy over my friends house for 4 days and just school has been insane, so I am back now.
Last summer I read a book. I didn't know that the book was so sad until I read the beginning of the book.
Page by page, word by word, sobbing, I would slowly and quietly walk into my mom's room and wake her up and she would either come into my room and lay with me or she would stay in her room and hold me. I was eleven, but it still made me cry.
After about four nights of waking my mom up and sobbing, I stopped reading the book.
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Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Monday, March 19, 2012
Memory Writing #1
Memories are priceless. This is one of mine.
Bruce Springsteen playing, blasting through out the house. So loud you could feel the music vibrating through your chest.
The smell of laundry detergent in the living room as my mother dances around the room, singing, while folding clothes. The warm spring sunshine comes through the big window on the front of our house, the door open, letting the cool breeze in with the scent of flowers, dry rain, and sunshine, mixing with the smell of laundry detergent.
This is one of my happiest memories, and one of my favorites. I don't know why, it just is.
Bruce Springsteen playing, blasting through out the house. So loud you could feel the music vibrating through your chest.
The smell of laundry detergent in the living room as my mother dances around the room, singing, while folding clothes. The warm spring sunshine comes through the big window on the front of our house, the door open, letting the cool breeze in with the scent of flowers, dry rain, and sunshine, mixing with the smell of laundry detergent.
This is one of my happiest memories, and one of my favorites. I don't know why, it just is.
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