A Childhood Memory
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I rewrote my last post in a poem format.

A Childhood Memory

Decades and years ago, we walked after school,

Decades and years ago, we walked after school, playing make-believe, singing the Ghostbusters song.

Decades and years ago, we walked after school, playing make-believe, singing the Ghostbusters song. Life was a world of fantasies, but built with adult tools.

I used to pass in front of your house, so cool.

I used to pass in front of your house, so cool. But I always had to go home and I said, “so long”.

I used to pass in front of your house, so cool. But I always had to go home and I said, “so long”. Decades and years ago, we walked after school.

You used to ask me to stay and play after school,

You used to ask me to stay and play after school, but my daddy always said "later", and called me home.

You used to ask me to stay and play after school, but my daddy always said "later", and called me home. Life was a world of fantasies, but built with adult tools.

I broke down and our world of fantasies got blue,

I broke down and our world of fantasies got blue, when our teacher said you moved to another town, gone.

I broke down and our world of fantasies got blue, when our teacher said you moved to another town, gone. Decades and years ago, we walked after school.

I didn't even have a chance to say goodbye, that was cruel.

I didn't even have a chance to say goodbye, that was cruel. I passed in front of your house, empty, I said "so long".

I didn't even have a chance to say goodbye, that was cruel. I passed in front of your house, empty, I said "so long". Life was a world of fantasies, but built with adult tools.

My dear friend, I still remember you,

My dear friend, I still remember you, I regret so much for not playing with you at your home.

My dear friend, I still remember you, I regret so much for not playing with you at your home. Decades and years ago, we walked after school,

My dear friend, I still remember you, I regret so much for not playing with you at your home. Decades and years ago, we walked after school, life was a world of fantasies, but built with adult tools.

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