Wednesday, 2 August 2023

Little girl

 How I miss being a little girl. My life was so simple back then.

I actually used to skip rather than walk.

I would laugh out loud and my eyes would squint up. I would sing at the top of lungs. Some radio songs I still recall now.

I remember how I'd ride my bike after school. And play. Play all afternoon until the Sun would be setting.

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