Life goes by so fast.
I grew up on this street, and now I’m sitting on the curb looking at it… it’s such a weird feeling. People have grown and moved away, but I’m still here.
It’s still as nice as it was, maybe even nicer.
I miss being a kid.
You don’t realize how much you miss it until you’re not a kid anymore.
I remember wanting to grow up so bad.
I guess that’s just how life works.
I’ll always remember this place.
Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 6:00 PM UTC
Life goes by so fast.
I grew up on this street, and now I’m sitting on the curb looking at it… it’s such a weird feeling. People have grown and moved away, but I’m still here.
It’s still as nice as it was, maybe even nicer.
I miss being a kid.
You don’t realize how much you miss it until you’re not a kid anymore.
I remember wanting to grow up so bad.
I guess that’s just how life works.
I’ll always remember this place.
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