The Good Old Days This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   When I was a kid,

Puddles took on the look of a great sea,

Ready to be crossed and conquered,

In a sailboat,

Now I just take a little hop over them ...



When I was a kid,

The playground at my school seemed so big,

There were so many places to explore,

So much to do,

I went back there today,

I couldn't fit in the swings,

The doors that seemed so big and heavy ...

Well, now I hardly noticed them.



But the thing I notcied most ...

The classroom I started out my school years in,

The desk I had sat in,

The halls,

The lunchroom,

The teachers,

The windows,

They were all ... so small.

But they had seemed so ... big.


This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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