Published by Ash Douglas
Writer, Poet, WANL Member, Paralegal, Miawpukek First Nations, GymLife, Runner, Bike Writer, & Pun Enthusiast. I like my puns intended. ✍️
“I don’t claim to be a great writer, but I’m enjoying the journey of becoming one”
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I feel that too. I hated being out of school though. I literally fought back tears every year because I hated being home.
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Oh really? School was OK for me, wasn’t a big fan but never hated it. Life is different now and when I think back it’s amazing how much time I spent on my own. That wasn’t a bad thing. Thanks for the comment and happy writing!!
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I loved playing kick the can, and riding my bikes with the neighbor kids. We played until the sun went down. Kids can’t do that today. We don’t live in the same times as we did then. I played until I heard my mom yelling my name “Lisa”. That my queue to go home. Fond memories.
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Wow, a mirror of the same for me. My grandmother had a 2 Mile clarity radius. When I heard my name…the sun was tucked away. Thanks for the comment!!
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Although your memory was said so much more eloquently. It was stated like the perfect childhood memory. The good ol’ days!
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Ah, the good old days indeed. 😊
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Oh, so true! Nowadays, time just flies. No time between years, let alone seconds. But here I am today, wondering how it’s not midnight yet. It’s been a looooong day.
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Lol, tug of war this life of ours. 😉 I feel ya.
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