MY CHILDHOOD MEMORIES
MY CHILDHOOD MEMORIES
Childhood remembrances are always an undertaking If you’re a navy brat
You always remember moving around
With you three older sisters and a mother that is so proud
And if you become famous or something
They never talk about how happy you where when came home from deployment
How ecstatic you felt to show him all new things
Before he leave again
And some how when you talk about home
It never gets across how much
The peace and happiness in the house because daddy was home and
Mommy stopped crying and your sisters stop fighting
And even though you remember
Your biographers never understands
The pain the loneliness of watching father leave again
And never know if he is going to come back or not
And everything goes back to the way it was
And the yelling, the fighting, the crying starts up again
It isn’t your crying and screaming that makes a difference
But only the peace and quite clams you down
And your family savers every happy time together
And the happiness of your father coming home
Because they never understand that a father’s love is family’s wealth and they’
Probably talk about my hard childhood and never understand that
All the while I was quite happy.
The scars that are unseen
“It’s hard to keep a secret when it’s written all over your body.” Julia Hobans. This quote is a part of my life. If someone where to look at my body they would find I have more than my fair share of scares, and on top of that I have lived in the most incomprehensibly breathtaking places in the United States; I’ve also lived in the most distastefully horrid places in the country. But the people and one place that has changed me the most on the inside and as well as the outside in Spring Valley CA.
Imagine living in a one bedroom, one bathroom tiny cookie cutter an apartment, in the middle of the Spring Valley projects. You always hear the ear splitting sound of a gun being shot, and the obnoxious screaming of a cop
Childhood remembrances are always an undertaking If you’re a navy brat
You always remember moving around
With you three older sisters and a mother that is so proud
And if you become famous or something
They never talk about how happy you where when came home from deployment
How ecstatic you felt to show him all new things
Before he leave again
And some how when you talk about home
It never gets across how much
The peace and happiness in the house because daddy was home and
Mommy stopped crying and your sisters stop fighting
And even though you remember
Your biographers never understands
The pain the loneliness of watching father leave again
And never know if he is going to come back or not
And everything goes back to the way it was
And the yelling, the fighting, the crying starts up again
It isn’t your crying and screaming that makes a difference
But only the peace and quite clams you down
And your family savers every happy time together
And the happiness of your father coming home
Because they never understand that a father’s love is family’s wealth and they’
Probably talk about my hard childhood and never understand that
All the while I was quite happy.
The scars that are unseen
“It’s hard to keep a secret when it’s written all over your body.” Julia Hobans. This quote is a part of my life. If someone where to look at my body they would find I have more than my fair share of scares, and on top of that I have lived in the most incomprehensibly breathtaking places in the United States; I’ve also lived in the most distastefully horrid places in the country. But the people and one place that has changed me the most on the inside and as well as the outside in Spring Valley CA.
Imagine living in a one bedroom, one bathroom tiny cookie cutter an apartment, in the middle of the Spring Valley projects. You always hear the ear splitting sound of a gun being shot, and the obnoxious screaming of a cop