Imagine... Watching The Children Play
Their Laughter So Full Of Joy.
Their Every Move Is Amazing...
The New Experiances They May Learn,
Shareing And Careing.
The Little Smiles Upon Their Faces..
While Playing.Falling Down & Getting
Back Up To Try Again & Again.
The Children Not Knowing It Will Be A
Life Experiance.. To Growing Old.
Those Precious Moments When A Child
Learns To Walk... Or Talk...
Their First Word, A Beginning Of Volcabulary.
Again An Experiance To Growing Old.
The Innocence.. The Knowledge They Learn
From Being Taught...
Its Amazing
To Watch The Children Play...
It Brings Back Memories
Memories You Thought Were Lost
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