Remember how we played,
at recess in the yard?
Remember how she puked,
on our third grade teacher's boots?
Remember our first french class,
that nobody passed?
Remember how we'd eat on the floor,
of the gym for lunch?
Remember our first class pet,
but all died?
Remember our years,
dancing on the hardwood floor?
Remember our graduation years?
We all miss each other,
and I miss them too.
But since we've moved on to middle school,
people have moved on too.
One left the city,
One went to a French immersion,
One went to a different school.
We had our fun,
at elementary school.
We even had our first crushes.
But we all knew,
Secrets weren't so secret around us.
But middle school is coming to an end,
and more seperations are made.
People are going to different high schools now,
and others,
stay were they are.
But it doesn't matter where you are,
if your out of town,
if your out of the country,
We're still a
Guildwood Family