Where I Became Me

September 24, 2009
By bleedinmascara BRONZE, Attleboro, Massachusetts
bleedinmascara BRONZE, Attleboro, Massachusetts
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I’m from the big green house that sits on a hill,

I’m from the tall green tree’s that surround my every move,

I’m from the grass under my feet and the mud threw my fingers,

The ice cream dripping down my shirt and the sun’s bright glitter,

I’m from the ocean breeze and the waves hitting the boat,

I’m from the beach sand threw my feet and the crabs nipping at my toes,

I’m from bit lips and falling down stairs,

I’m from poked eyes and knees that bleed,

And all these memory’s make me, me.

The author's comments:
this piece is about my childhood and what i feel has made me,me. i want people to take away from this that you can never forget your childhood. when things get rough, just remember the fun times you had when you were little and things will always start to look up.

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