The fading of memorys

We run.So fast.So free.When we were 4 just in the forest.My curly black hair flying everywhere.Mom would have a fit if she knew what I had been doing.We stop and sit down in the mud and make pies pertending to eat them like naive childern do.Mom would have a fit if she knew what I was doing.

We sat.So happy.Laughing.At 15 anything is possible.My dark skin turned even darker by the bright yet gentle summer sun.Missippippi is so hot in summer.Ous victorian home has a beautiful porch.He would push my on the porch swing like when I was 4 on Saturday.

We waved goodbye.Tears in our eyes.I board the plane and he boards his.So slowly like we would run back at any moment.College calls.I sit on the plane and read sky mall.The stole my moms lawn ideas!!She would have a fit if she knew what THEY we're doing.

Im in my apartment and he knocks on my apartment door.I smile.I kiss him on the lips lightly.He smiles back."ready to go?"He asks."sure"I reply.I put one more bobby pin in my still kinky black hair and we leave.His Forester back out of the apartment parking lot.My mom would have a fit if she knew what I was doing.

These memorys will never fade rather im 24 or 84.Just never.Because these memorys are precious.Secat((HOW DO U EVEN SPELL THAT!!!!!!!!!!!)) and I will never let go.Believe me.

This is a really touching story, Hailea! ^^ You could do with a little work on sentence fragments, and in general numbers under one hundred should be spelled out, but regardless I think this one is really sweet. :3

Yeah, this is pretty touching. :3

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Also, remember to put the maturity and fantasy at the top of the thread, too. Good job!