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Those were the days Schwin bicycles with cards in the spokes,the old corner store for candy and cokes.Clackers are heard on every street,the old vintage bike with the banana seat.Atari was in,ping pong the new fad,paper kite flying with Katey and Brad.Pet rocks were cool,mood rings were hot,just what they meant,the consuming thought.The bird on the cup drinking both night and day,the green troll was rubbed for luck everyday.Walkmans were huge while looking bizarre,bobbing head on dash of the car.Road Runner Bugs Bunny the favorite cartoons,the old pirate map promised dubloons.Rudolph the reindeer was always a treat,Burl Ives the Snowman just couldnt be beat.Collect all the cool hot wheels until theres a set,favorite of all the mint green corvette.Encyclopedias and dictionarys too,looking it up for homework to do.Fighting was limited to right after school,occasional blackeye was coveted and cool.Spinning the bottle always brought fear,results kept quiet so no one would hear.Skates were metal requiring a key,falling was painful for hand and for knee.BB gun shooting was always a blast,till neighbor came over with all of the glass. |
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I like it - Lots of great memories packed in there. I hope you don't mind that I took the liberty but here is what I was talking about the other night... Making your prose more eye friendly... eye candy so to speak... It will also help readers get the cadence of your words.... Schwin bicycles with cards in the spokes, the old corner store for candy and cokes. Clackers are heard on every street, the old vintage bike with the banana seat. Atari was in, ping pong the new fad, paper kite flying with Katey and Brad. Pet rocks were cool, mood rings were hot, just what they meant, the consuming thought. The bird on the cup drinking both night and day, the green troll was rubbed for luck everyday. Walkmans were huge while looking bizarre, bobbing head dog on dash of the car. Road Runner, Bugs Bunny, the favorite cartoons, the old pirate map promised dubloons. Rudolph the reindeer was always a treat, Burl Ives the Snowman just couldnt be beat. Collect all the cool hot wheels until theres a set, favorite of all... the mint green corvette. Encyclopedias and dictionaries too, looking it up for homework to do. Fighting was limited to right after school, occasional black eye was coveted and cool. Spinning the bottle always brought fear, results kept quiet so no one would hear. Skates were metal requiring a key, falling was painful for hand and for knee. BB gun shooting was always a blast, till neighbor came over with all of the glass. Good post Greeneyes. I really relate to the falling down on the skates part! God bless you!
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3/2/2012 1:22 pm |
Thank you OC,I got ya lol.I hope I can figure out how to do that lol.My PTSD Counsellor said that whatever your thinking put it on paper and leave it,wow the difference.
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3/2/2012 1:24 pm |
Thank you Hope,youre adorable.Im definitely no writer lol
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Greeneyes, writing is an awesome form of expression. In fact, I think I communicate much clearer in the written sense over verbalization in some matters. And to me, it frees the soul in a way, like a release. I can't live without it and have been writing in some form since I was a young child. Lots of people also write out their prayers and pray them as they write them out. Keep writing!! God bless ya.
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