Rishi Menon

(12-Feb-1997)

Childhood


Childhood

Childhood is your youngest stage
The time you will remember in your old age
Remember the day you learnt to walk
Or even the day you started to talk

Remember playing all day long
Or singing your first little song
Remember your first days of school
Or splashing with friends in the pool

Remember your first race
Chest up, keeping up the pace
Your first gang fight
Throwing punches with all your might

Remember your very first sport
Or the first letter you wrote
Browsing the Internet
Or the very first pet

Life will change as you grow older
Yet these memories live on forever

Rishi Menon,12 years

Submitted: Friday, November 20, 2009
Edited: Tuesday, September 18, 2012

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