I remember my old home.

The grass that grew around it,

the children that would play there.

Their screams of joy and laughter, was

music for my soul. But then something

happened, I can’t really remember what

it was, I had to move. I lived there since

I was a small child. My days were spent

with the other children, we would go to

school, and play ball in the street. Soon

I grew into a young woman, and I couldn’t

play with the kids. I found someone I

was going to spend the rest of my life with

and I settled down in the same old house I

grew up in. I had kids of my own, and I watched them

grow. Now I sit and ponder my life, trying to remember

the good old days of nostalgic bliss.

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