Monday, April 29, 2013

The Monster I Miss



I loved being a little kid and the worst thing I knew was falling of the swing at the park. I loved being upset over nothing and you would pick me up, look me in the eyes, and say "Beautiful, SMILE!" Then you would put me on the floor and tickle me. I would giggle and giggle calling you the perfect monster. Where did you go anyway?

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