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Feb 2020
Remember when I could count a lot higher up than you,
When all you had was 30 and I was at 102?

Remember when I stayed up until 10:30pm, with this being a school night,
And now I stumble home from the pub and it's just getting light

Remember when on the toilet reading what was in a bottle of shampoo
Now we read our Facebook while taking that quick poo

Remember when looking for anything that resembled some sort of ****
Now it's in your hands and on your phone, not hidden in dad's shed at the bottom of the lawn

Remember when we drunk that bottle of 20/20, sneakily on the park bench,
Chewing gum and you really hummed, thinking no one could smell your ***** stench

Remember when you told your mum you only cycled to the local shops,
When in reality you just carried on because you didn't want to stop

Remember when eating a bar of chocolate, nothing else would ever really matter,
Now you read the content and what's inside as you don't want to get any fatter

Remember when no one gave two hoots about these sweet little lies,
Now Big Brother watches over us like some silent untrustworthy spy,

Remember when...

JJB
“[Kids] don't remember what you try to teach them. They remember what you are.”― Jim Henson

“It's never too late to have a happy childhood.”― Tom Robbins

“Grown ups are complicated creatures, full of quirks and secrets.”― Roald Dahl

“For in every adult there dwells the child that was, and in every child there lies the adult that will be.”― John Connolly

“Because never in my entire childhood did I feel like a child. I felt like a person all along―the same person that I am today.”― Orson Scott Card
John Bartholomew
Written by
John Bartholomew  45/M/Cambridge
(45/M/Cambridge)   
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