At Childhood.
When you are in the kitchen fumbling with lanterns late at night, a ghost can pass you by.
Fear is paralyzing.
Childhood taught me you can witness the death of a man.
And sleep peacefully at night because that tragedy is not your tragedy.
Too young to be sad.
Childhood taught me…
…you can do whatever you set your mind to do like quitting sucking your thumb.
My thumb was blackening.
Childhood taught me that I was a girl who prefered guns to dolls.
And picked strides like her Father.
Find me on this walk.
Childhood taught that being quiet was power somedays and cowardice somedays.
Words are things.
Childhood taught me that closest friends can be a strangers.
And memories of laughter, sugar and spice can do nothing.
We drift. It’s easy.
Childhood taught me.
When you’re awake, somethings can hold you down, choking you. Demons?
I am alive.
Childhood taught me to read quite early.
And knowledge is startling and bold.
Here I am.
Childhood taught me that if my young friend fell off the building and met his death…
Then my goal to save the world was…
Well, I turned my cape.
Childhood taught me that I was capable of hate and envy. Fire and ice.
Ticking bomb.
What did childhood teach you?
Don’t say.ย
Childhood taught me you can’t save everyone after I watched my good friend die.
Now that is sad ๐ข
A rose for your heart ๐น
Children taught me adulthood is gold, but here I am looking pale ๐
We have to change that colour ๐
Childhood taught me that you live and you die, and still life moves on
live your best and live for God.
Debby you too good.
Oh wise Childhood, we live for God โฅ
Thank you Darling ๐ค
Childhood taught me, **** ???.
Sssssssssshhhhh.. she said not to say..!
Childhood taught me how not to make my relatives enemies my enemies
It also taught me curiosity and how not to take no for an answer.