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Memories Behind The FenceMemories Behind The Fence
By: Purple Heart
"Higher! Higher!! Push me higher Mommy!"
"Higher? Okay, then you better hang on tight!" She thrusts the swing forward and it glides higher off the ground. Once the swing comes back down she pushes it up again. Happy little giggles fill the air.
"Wee!!" She squeals with delight. "Look Mommy I'm flying!!!" The wind flows through her hair as she straightens her arms out to her sides. Her little arms transform into little wings. She soars up, then down, up, then down, up, then down.... The wind hits me across the face and the dear little memory skids from focus. I sit on top of the squeaking picnic table in our backyard. As if to say sorry, th
Beyond DreamBeyond Dream
By: Purple Heart
When I sleep, my dreams, they fly and are carried on the wings of a bird. They take me anywhere and nowhere. They grant me a bird's-eye-view, but the meaning eludes me. Everything in them is so real, but for the ones that scare me, I know they never can be real. I never want to leave and I never want to let go. These dreams, I love, the feeling, of soaring, above the clouds, and beyond.
The Story Begins
The bell chimes and signals the end of the class period. Students rush and dash for the door carrying bags, backpacks, binders, and books. Filling the once quiet halls with an uproar of commotion. I start to make my way through the crowded hall, dodging passerbys and avoiding possible collisions. Walking down the long hallway heading for the doors out of the building. Outside the sun greets everyone, ensuring a wonderful summer vacation. I walk away, go towards the front of the school theater, sit, and wait for my father to pick my brother and I up from school. Today marks the day I finish my junior year of high school, and more importantly my summer vacation with my family. Sean approaches me, sets his backpack down next to mine, and says, "Hi Aislin
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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