As a bird chirped, a breeze blew, a song played..... I reflect back on what my old house was like. Me and my friends would walk home from the bus stop together... then play out side later. We would always play tag, soccer, basketball, or go swimming after memorial day. We would all have the opening of the pool party... but now i can't go back, i can't look through, i can't forget. I wish to go foreward. but only with my friends there... yet I have made new ones, the old ones are more unique. Maybe when I'm older, I'll get a job and move back. Just maybe, if i wish as hard as I can... I can go back. When the snow melts, It becomes spring.....
crystalstarrlight Community Member 
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