through the window of a child's eye's

Let the spirirt of my youth come to the memories of those who I shared it with.

As I  walk back into the reflection of my youth, I sit in front of the big picture window overlook the house in the clearing, the lilic trees lined up evenly, the fragance lingered in my memories for as long as I can remember. I grew up in a small farming town in northern Ohio. It was the perfect place to dream, grow and live a fullfilling childhood,for me it never worked out that way. The expressionless eye's decay within, every thought was a pit of hell, it's what was, never want to be again.

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[betty]

My memories of growing up in that small farming town was like caging a big bird in a smal cage expecting the bird to grow