Growing up 

When I was a little boy, the world were my play ground. And words was my toys.

 I loved people for free, problems were only stories, I would tell to trees. My future full of positive possibilities, I saw in my dreams. 
That little boy still L ives somewhere within me, it seems, every now and then he shows up…

That little boy…Is who I want to be when I grow up. 

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