born in southern california,
i grew up in a small neighborhood
with various sorts of people.
the woman with the red door
owned dalmatians, and her home
was filled with glass decorations.
riding my barbie car around the cul-de-sac,
eating vanilla crisps with the other little girls,
pretending to cut their hair in the attic.
although, after those memories,
it starts to get confusing
and i can't remember much anymore.
after i moved from there,
we moved more often and i can't
seem to remember which house has which memories.
i do remember, beautiful roses
growing in front of the house
left by previous owners.
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 11:34 AM UTC
born in southern california,
i grew up in a small neighborhood
with various sorts of people.
the woman with the red door
owned dalmatians, and her home
was filled with glass decorations.
riding my barbie car around the cul-de-sac,
eating vanilla crisps with the other little girls,
pretending to cut their hair in the attic.
although, after those memories,
it starts to get confusing
and i can't remember much anymore.
after i moved from there,
we moved more often and i can't
seem to remember which house has which memories.
i do remember, beautiful roses
growing in front of the house
left by previous owners.
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