“I wind up to kick the ball, only to have it stolen by the opponent, again.” This is a line from a poem I wrote in the beginning of the semester about an important childhood place. This line gave me an image of what it was like to be a child, unskilled and persistent.  The following line “I join the warm laughter of children at the playground, a bubble around them, separating them from time.” I remember reading this and thinking of how much I missed my childhood. Its intent was to spur memories of what like as a child was. The sentence has a sense of how children live in their own worlds without care of time or responsibility. I imagined children laughing just because they were happy to be alive. These two lines were to get the readers in a perspective that was reminiscent of their childhood and I think it served its purpose.

 

 

 

 

 

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