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Childhood Memories one

I was in the basement, the playroom
that’s where all my toys were, you see

and I had just run in there
after yelling at my family
sitting in the living room
“I hate you”

now, I’ve never said that before to
my family, nor would I ever say
it again        I knew better

and I had just run into the playroom
slammed the door shut
I couldn’t have been more than five

and I ran in, and I looked for things
to put in front of the door so they
couldn’t open it and find me

I took one of my chairs
from my little play set
and dragged it over to the door

then I took the little schoolhouse for
Fischer-Price toys, the side opened
up, it had a blackboard and everything
I took that little schoolhouse, put it
on the chair guarding the door
patiently obeying my orders

I was running around looking for
something else I could carry
to the door
when I heard the door knob turn
and my sister, with one arm
pushed all of my toys away
and opened the door

I knew I had been defeated


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