I remember wishing I could fly,
Admiring the starlit sky,
Making the swing go too high,
When best friends lived nearby,
Going on long hikes,
Riding our bikes,
Even gray
Snow day
Play.
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Carrie Mayhem
The chaos in Carrie's brain wrapped in a neat bow presented to you in the form of poetry, photography, short stories, and other various means of controlled havoc.
Carrie Mayhem 
Reblogged this on mihran Kalaydjian and commented:
Simpler Times
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Thank you again, my brother! I hope you are well on this fine Monday!
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Yes, I remember those days.
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Back then all I could think about was growing up. Now that I have, I often wish I could recapture the good old days. Funny how that works. 🙂
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I remember so immersed in the delicious moment of wind on my face and hair unfurled by the breezes I closed my eyes while riding my bike and crashed into the back of a freshly painted parked car. Asked by the owner if I was alright I got up covered in blue and wobbled my way back home.
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Oh no! That’s one way to ruin the freedom of the wind against your skin! How long did it take for the blue paint to come off?
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After I got home on wobbly legs my dad scrubbed me down with turpinetine. Stinky but effective. lol.
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What a childhood memory! I’m sure it was no where near funny when it happened but I had to chuckle a little at getting scrubbed down with turpentine. 😉
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O it was funny. lol.
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Ah I remember well.
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I love similar memories too…except for the snow….where I live in Australia, we never see snow!
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We get plenty enough here in the northern U.S. for me to share! Thank you for stopping by and leaving a comment!
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I wanted to fly too…all the way to the moon, on to Mars and beyond…be an astronaut. But as I grew older, I found out the training one needed, and since I was lazy, my mind turned inward. I began to write. Your poem took me back to my stargazing days. Thanks. 🙂
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Absolutely my pleasure! Writing is an excellent alternative! It allows you to create with words what you would have wanted to see if you could fly. Thanks for the visit!
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Me too! It was just yesterday, yet a lifetime ago. How much I miss it – time and technology has stolen it and hid it away. Thank you for bringing back those memories. ❤ Kimberly
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You are so right. My son thinks he’s so fortunate to have his computers, hand held games, and pricey counsels. I think he’s missing out on some much cooler stuff, like building a fort in the woods and pretending it’s his castle. 😉
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I agree wholeheartedly!
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