DoubleD78678


DoubleD78678
Yorktown, Virginia
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By DoubleD78678 BRONZE
Yorktown, Virginia
DoubleD78678 BRONZE, Yorktown, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
Then we would go sleep in our bunk beds, Johnny would always get top bunk, I was afraid of rolling out. Then we grew up.

I miss Savannah, Georgia. I miss that wooden fence. I miss that oak tree and the bunk beds. Johnny and I are older now and much more distant, ever since we left Savannah it hasn't been the same. We grew up too fast. And I wish we could go back. So we could be brothers again.

Poetry
By DoubleD78678 BRONZE
Yorktown, Virginia
DoubleD78678 BRONZE, Yorktown, Virginia
4 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
Then we would go sleep in our bunk beds, Johnny would always get top bunk, I was afraid of rolling out. Then we grew up.

I miss Savannah, Georgia. I miss that wooden fence. I miss that oak tree and the bunk beds. Johnny and I are older now and much more distant, ever since we left Savannah it hasn't been the same. We grew up too fast. And I wish we could go back. So we could be brothers again.

Poetry
By DoubleD78678 BRONZE
Yorktown, Virginia
DoubleD78678 BRONZE, Yorktown, Virginia
4 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
Then we would go sleep in our bunk beds, Johnny would always get top bunk, I was afraid of rolling out. Then we grew up.

I miss Savannah, Georgia. I miss that wooden fence. I miss that oak tree and the bunk beds. Johnny and I are older now and much more distant, ever since we left Savannah it hasn't been the same. We grew up too fast. And I wish we could go back. So we could be brothers again.

Poetry
By DoubleD78678 BRONZE
Yorktown, Virginia
DoubleD78678 BRONZE, Yorktown, Virginia
4 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
Then we would go sleep in our bunk beds, Johnny would always get top bunk, I was afraid of rolling out. Then we grew up.

I miss Savannah, Georgia. I miss that wooden fence. I miss that oak tree and the bunk beds. Johnny and I are older now and much more distant, ever since we left Savannah it hasn't been the same. We grew up too fast. And I wish we could go back. So we could be brothers again.


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