imagination
gets
smaller
with
age
crayons
get
smaller
with
use
crayons
get
smaller
with
use
The only "fist fight" I've gotten in was with a boy named Casey in kindergarten, over crayons.
I can't remember the context before the fight, but I remember him pulling my hair, and me punching the boy, twice my size, in the stomach. Of course we got in trouble and had to talk to the principal.
I don't like hurting people, and I don't like using crayons.
dear Casey and 5 year old self,
I'm sorry for growing up
I don't know why we do,
and I can't help it.
I wrote down some things you shouldn't forget, maybe it'll make up for it:
•don't forget to give mom hugs and to spend time with dad
•don't feel bad that your birthday is in the summer, celebrating birthdays is over rated
•brush your teeth
•find what you love to do
•tell girls they're pretty
•read more books
•love yourself
•pay attention in school
I love this
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ReplyDeleteMmmHmmmm. I like it a lot
ReplyDeleteThis is fantastic. Honest and specific and small and true. The fist fight. And everything getting smaller. And my birthday is on the summer too, so I feel this.
ReplyDeleteGreat job.
i really really liked this.
ReplyDeletei read all of your posts today & i think you are one of my favorite writers in the class. top three for sure.
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