silver4's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the past is gone i remember when i was little and riding in my mom's car, if it was night time, after a while i would pretend to be asleep. so then we'd arrive at the house from wherever we were at, and my mom would always try to wake me and say my name, and i wouldn't budge. i managed to keep my eyes closed and stay still, just so after a while my mom would give up and gently pick me up and carry me inside. i miss those days. 10:49 p.m. - 2011-01-07 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
||||||