making childhood memories
We run. We play. At times, we call down and cry.
We giggle. We snicker and play.
We poke. We pinch. All in good fun - of course!
We even sit still, so mom can take a picture.
These are the making of childhood memories.
I wrote this to go on a lo of my kids.
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