Childhood is without doubt the simplest thing. Not that
things were easy when we were little, but they were difficult in the simplest
of ways. We understood things to be how
they seemed to be. We acted from outside exactly how we were feeling inside.
Friends were friends because we liked them the way they were.
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
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