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Mature Content
Mature Content
Mature Content
Childhood Dreamseffervescent desires drawn on the concrete sidewalk—
the rosy, pink lines forging memories now disappeared
within the harsh realities of life (destroyers of childhood
dreams) nothing but faded outlines left behind…vague
remnants of a time when I wanted nothing more than to
have my first popsicle of the summer and run from those
pesky bees, always attracted to me—whether I was wearing
yellow or not. later on I was thankful for those same bees…
they seemed to be the only ones that cared when it came time.
summer months spent running on harsh asphalt, mornings
full of Bible scriptures and camp songs, playing kickball, and
falling down (leaving a massive gash on my knee) before
rising like nothing happened, rushing to return to the games…
and drawing the most perfectest picture on the ground—
never realizing it only took a single rain shower to wash away
thirty minutes of hard work, mosquito bites, and missed play
time…it only took a single rain shower to
Dreamers"Mummy, I want to be a dreamer when I grow up."<da:thumb id="162800393"/>
The little child sat propped in her bathtub, foam covering everything except her head, which burst with wet golden curls. Her hands scooped at the foam before her, covering her skin in bubbly snow. She threw her hands upwards, letting the bubbles fly, watching them take flight and descend on her mother's hair. They popped, one by one, and she giggled.
"You can't be a dreamer when you grow up," said her mother, sitting on a pink stool next to the bathtub. Her sad tawny eyes surveyed her only child, her mistake. Bitterness tore at her features, turning them haggard and twisted, but the child saw nothing but the hazelnut face of her mother.
"Why not, Mummy?"
"It's not a job. You can't earn money from it." Despite her bitterness, the mother allowed a small smile. Innocence was such a smile-inducing phenomenon.
"Well, I don't care," the child scooped another handful of foam, letting it sag in her petite hands, "I want to be a dreamer wh
