GiveMeMyCrayonsBack

Tue, 07/05/2016 - 18:23 -- zacford

imaginationgetssmallerwithage

crayons
get
smaller
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use   The only "fist fight" I've gotten in was with a boy named Casey in kindergarten, over crayons. I can't remember the context before the fight, but I remember him pulling my hair, and me punching the boy, twice my size, in the stomach.  Of course we got in trouble and had to talk to the principal.I don't like hurting people, and I don't like using crayons.     dear Casey and 5 year old self,   I'm sorry for growing upI don't know why we do,and I can't help it. I wrote down some things you shouldn't forget, maybe it'll make up for it: •don't forget to give mom hugs and to spend time with dad•don't feel bad that your birthday is in the summer, celebrating birthdays is over rated•brush your teeth•find what you love to do•tell girls they're pretty•read more books•love yourself•pay attention in school

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