 | | 18/08/2015 16:52
Sur le blog Amy Nelson
If I were going back to school
I remember every August of my childhood. It was the time where beanstalks were their fullest, sunbeams were their brightest, and every newspaper declared three of the most dreaded words in the English language, Back To School. Every sunset, I would climb the blue fence in our front yard, using all of my baby might, I would tell the moon not to come. I only wanted one August day and I wanted it to last forever. When I thought of returning to the schoolyard after so many days spent in the garden and by the daisies, I could not stomach it. All of my dreams were the color of a summers day. All of my waking moments were born to explore my world, to find...
► L'article complet sur le blog
| | • Votes Look : 0
• Photos : 17
• Langue : Anglais
► Ses autres tenues
► Détails du blog
|
