The memories of my childhood enter my mind.
They are like the sweet sound of a symphony.
I play the songs over and over
To reminisce the times I can't relive again.
Happiness came naturally, no need to fake it.
Running around, free of everything, life was a dream.
But people get older; more mature, and understand things.
No fun enters your life, work inhabits it.
But for me, things are different when I see the world.
I make memories to play for my friends and family
So they can hear the beautiful music of my childhood,
And the sounds of my future. And that will play forever.

(Written in 10th Grade)