As a child
We played hopscotch
Me and my friends
Out on the streets
All hours of the day
We played
We sang, we danced
We hopped on the squares
We sang, who cares
We were a team
Playing, we could be anything
We jumped around
We ran and hit the ground
Playing, it was all of us against the world
We were just little girls
Our childhood filled with beautiful scenes
Playing, it is a beautiful thing.
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Sounds like blissful times running free with best friends. You still have those memories and I’m sure they give you the warm fuzzies every time you think of them ❤
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Hi Lisa, they do, they really do, I’m so lucky to have the memories in my heart forever 🤗💕
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Playful, happy days!
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They certainly were Rebecca 💗💗
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I love this! Such a positive way to remember how sweet childhood is.
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Thanks, Christine 💕
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Oh ! Nice! I did that too. Thank you 🙏
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Cool 🙂
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I could feel the joy in your poem, Carol Anne. Such a great memory to encapsulate in your poem.
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Thanks Dwight they are very happy memories ☺️😍
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youa re welcome.
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😁💖💖
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I think we can never play like we once did.
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You are right 😉
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