Photographs carpet the floor. Blowing away in the breeze. Gone, all those moments you can never get back. Frozen faces mouths open wide, laughing, smiling, arms out hugging. Moments frozen on paper, waiting to be caught by the wind and lost. Broken Lincoln logs with their splintered edges singed, broken melted crayons, play dough dried brick hard, melted plastic of half form bricks of Legos, plastic army men all broken beyond repair and torn pages of picture books join the carpet of photos on the ground. Frozen in time, lost forever, gone, that world you grew up in, is now lost, burnt up and blowing away and discarded on the floor.
I can totally relate to this. Of course, we grow up as time passes, leaving behind our childhood. Broken crayons, old photographs, certain toys are the only remnants of that wonderful period of time. Really like the simple, usual tone of the piece that was maintained throughout in a very nice manner. Perhaps you'd want to correct the spelling of photographs in the title...and lego*.
Overall, a good job!
Posted 6 Years Ago
6 Years Ago
Thank you for your review, i have autism and i miss or forget things so your comments are helpfull