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    dots Submission Name: Through A Child's Eyesdots
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    Author: lmz
    ASL Info:    40/female/USA
    Elite Ratio:    8 - 3433/1529/84
    Words: 213
    Class/Type: Prose/Happy
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    Average Vote:    5.0000
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    dotsThrough A Child's Eyesdots
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    The joy of childhood, a precious time
    filled with carefree happiness.
    Concerns were no bigger than wondering
    who could come out to play after dinner.
    Money had no real measure of necessity.
    "Bill's" was a mere reference to
    your friend Bill's baseball glove.
    No expectations or demands to weigh
    down those youthful shoulders.
    Free to run through the department store,
    arms spread, imitating an airplane.
    Racing down the aisle like Mario Andretti
    behind the wheel of a shopping cart.
    The art of manipulation cleverly practiced
    by throwing temper tantrums in public.
    Parents provided shelter, filtering out harm
    and a kiss and a bandaid magically
    made the boo-boos all better.
    Holidays were filled with stress-free anticipation.
    Christmas brought excitement and wonder
    awaiting a strange yet friendly man
    known as Santa Claus.
    Easter meant a giant bunny would bring
    huge baskets of candy.
    Teeth falling out was profitable, summoning
    a mystical fairy to put money
    under your pillow at night.
    Innocence propelled imagination to
    unlimited heights, nothing was impossible.
    Yet, being older seems to be the desired goal.
    How priceless it would be to take
    the knowledge of adulthood and
    instill it in the youth.
    Enabling them to enjoy just being young,
    and cherish every single day...
    through a child's eyes.




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      This was a wonderful description of childhood and precious youth days which pass us by in the twinkling of an eye! This was real good! Great write!
    | Posted on 2007-01-26 00:00:00 | by mdsouza | [ Reply to This ]
      Wow... I loved that poem. I Think I'm going to put it at on my favorites. It really did remind me that sometimes you need to just relax and remember why things were so much easier when you were a child. I always look back on my childhood with fond memories, and you just reminded me why that was! I think we all need to take some time to stop caring what other people think and just remember what it feels like to "fly" through a store!
    | Posted on 2006-04-11 00:00:00 | by Kelly17 | [ Reply to This ]
      My goodness I had to scroll a long way down, and avoid reading any of those comments already there, to simply add one of my own.

    I had to read through five of your poems until I found one that I wanted to comment on.

    Most of your poems I read didn't connect with me personaly, although most people seem to love them. I was feeling that they were just a bunch of poetic words, but the ropes that held the words together were weak. The fourth line for example could have just as easily been the seventh line or any number of words could have been substituted without changing the tone of the poem.

    "Through a Childs Eyes" On the other hand deserves the classic "I wouldn't change a thing." comment that I so often see here on Elite.

    I was seeing all of these things you describe through 'your' eves when you were a child. I was right with you racing with the shopping cart and looking at the Easter Bunny.

    I will offer one suggestion however...
    How priceless it would be to take
    the imagination of childhood and
    instill it in the adult.

    But, I think you have already done that!

    Donn


    | Posted on 2006-04-10 00:00:00 | by D McDaniel | [ Reply to This ]
      Lorna this was such a good write. You really did capture the essence of a child here.
    I once wrote a poem of the a similiar name, but its focus what not the same as you have here.
    No nit picks Lorna, no critique either, simply praise. I'm adding this to my fav's list.

    Keep up the great work

    Take care
    and be happy

    Jason
    | Posted on 2006-06-17 00:00:00 | by Departed One | [ Reply to This ]
      The history of a happy childhood. In these days of seeming madness, it helps to find time to revert. Actually being with children is a great start. Neet write!
    | Posted on 2006-02-17 00:00:00 | by Blue Monk | [ Reply to This ]
      Fantastic prose. This captures the best of my childhood memories from the plaster on my knee, sealed with a kiss, to meeting that funny old fat man in the red and white suit at Xmas, who scared me a little but gave me lots of presents. And the last few lines say it best;


    How priceless it would be to take
    the knowledge of adulthood and
    instill it in the youth.
    Enabling them to enjoy just being young,
    and cherish every single day...
    through a child's eyes.

    Has to be a favourite addition and one I will show my children, they will love it too.
    | Posted on 2006-02-01 00:00:00 | by litllost | [ Reply to This ]
      well there probably isn't much more I can say after all these comments have already been posted, lol... but I really enjoyed this, I am in the process of crossing over from child to adult, which is why this poem is significant to me... I have some bills, but not as much as I will this summer after I graduate and move out... I will then have to go on to college and try to get everything in order so that I can have a child, I mean, right now, I see things both through a child and adults eyes, I work but I play, you know what I mean? this is a really good poem, its completely honest. nice work
    Vicious
    | Posted on 2006-01-29 00:00:00 | by ViCiOuSWrItEr | [ Reply to This ]
      lmz

    i know that im only nineteen and to my parents i am still a child, but i cant help but feel the same way. the one thing i cant say is that i never mastered the temper tantrums, my father was always one step ahead and knew when and where it would happen. this is a great write of childhood memories. The best thing is that it has no rhyme or structure. Its just thoughts forming complete sentences. Things like these shouldnt have rhyme scheme or other poetic structure. The flow is great, when reading out loud it just rolls off my tongue. Nicely done,

    Little_Woman
    | Posted on 2006-01-29 00:00:00 | by Little_Woman | [ Reply to This ]
      You know Lorna; you have summed up the essence of being a child so beautifully here. It is written with such innocence and mystic insight of the child within you. You always amaze me with your ability to take the reader on a journey through your imagination. I liked this trip back to the innocent times of our youth. We were so wrapped up in being young that we were unaware of the problems our parents endured while raising us.
    A child should never have to shoulder such weight. We as parents should never visit our problems on our young children. Let them just be kids.

    Great write

    Respect and Admiration

    Clyde
    | Posted on 2006-01-25 00:00:00 | by Wisdom Seeker | [ Reply to This ]
      You sure know how to capture the innocence of a child and display it like it should be, while reading this it made me think of my own childhood as well brought back some funny memories and great times with my brothers and sisters, I have 7 sisters and 3 brothers thank you for the memories this reminded me of. you are a very talented poet.
    | Posted on 2006-01-21 00:00:00 | by LadyMustang | [ Reply to This ]
      i love this! I am a New Zealander and it still works for me! I remember Mario Andretti (and Micheal) racing in Formula 1 in Europe and of course his indycar racing. Brought a smile to my face and made me feel old at the same time!

    I have to say though Lorna, you have some cheek giving me grief about not submitting regularly enough, when your last poem was about a month ago :P

    haha take care
    | Posted on 2006-01-16 00:00:00 | by Senna27NZ | [ Reply to This ]
      aww...i feel the nostaligia that I've been fighting back for the past few months come back full force. I guess I'm a relatively new adult with all new responsibilities living alone. Aaah...miss my mum, especially now that myh bro and I have to cook our own food, launder our own clothes! And to think only as few as a couple of years back I couldn't wait to be 18, an official adult.
    I look back whistfully on the carefree times I spent rolling in the mud, climbing trees...yeah, I was an incorrigible tomboy.
    I can relate to most of the things in your poem, except the tantrum throwing...I had more subtle manipulation techniques! One more thing I'd like to add is that a kids problems are just as burdensome to him or her as an adult's seem to be. I remember the time when in first grade all my friends were gonna wear a pink skirt and I discovered later in the night that my only pair was DIRTYY. Man, did i throw a fit...even though it was the detested pink color!
    ahhh...the good ol' days!
    | Posted on 2006-01-15 00:00:00 | by cabbalistic | [ Reply to This ]
      I tell ya Lorna this one kinda brought back some painful memories for me and I'll tell you why. I have a sister that is a year and two weeks older than me and when you were talk'n bout rac'n down the aisle like Mario Andretti reminded me of a time she was pushing me in one of the shopping carts and turned a corner too fast and turned me over backwards...
    Well ofcourse the first thing to hit that concrete floor was my unprotected, almost bald head and as a result I ended up with a head full of stiches! Oh, and a very bad headache too!
    But there is a lot of good Nostalgia in this poem for me as well, that is just what hit me the hardest!
    Good job...
    !doc`
    | Posted on 2006-01-05 00:00:00 | by dr_tigger | [ Reply to This ]
      Hello Lorna!

    I really enjoyed reading this. You really captured the thougts and doings of a child. I'm not an adult yet. But i remember doing most if not all the things you mentioned in that poem. I still look forward to growing up...but in ways i don't want to grow up lol. I like living with my parents they give me everything lol, and now life is so easy. The memories of childhood are always great to recall and even bring a smile to your face. Lorna, thanks for another great read.

    Mikki
    | Posted on 2005-12-30 00:00:00 | by MiKkI25 | [ Reply to This ]
      i loved the poem because it brought back all the innocence of my own childhood. I am just getting started on this website and am not at all comfortable critiquing other peoples work. so please dont take my lack of depth or detail as a lack of interest or sincerity. I was amazed by how vividly you seemed to remeber the thoughts and feeling of yesteryear.
    | Posted on 2005-12-24 00:00:00 | by hauntedrose | [ Reply to This ]
      I doubt I can say anything that hasn't been said before, but this poem truly brought tears to my eyes. I have always wanted to write about this topic, but I suppose I will admire yours, since you have put into words everything (and more) I could have said.

    All I can say is thank you for posting such a beautiful poem. Thank you.

    DeepDreamer2008
    | Posted on 2005-12-24 00:00:00 | by DeepDreamer2008 | [ Reply to This ]
      childhood indeed is supposed to be the greatest part of a person's life. When one is really and truly innocent. well...at least that is what people think. The reality of the situation is many people are deprived of the innocents and carefreeness (if that's even a word) associated with childhood. Some of us never get to enjoy innocents which is sad. This one reminds of all the things I was deprived of in my younger years and how I wish I could exsperiance the innocents.. But if I had, I wouldn't be the wonderfull person and poet I am today. Good Job as always Lorna and take care
    -Janese
    | Posted on 2005-12-20 00:00:00 | by Chi-Town Rose | [ Reply to This ]
      childhood indeed is supposed to be the greatest part of a person's life. When one is really and truly innocent. well...at least that is what people think. The reality of the situation is many people are deprived of the innocents and carefreeness (if that's even a word) associated with childhood. Some of us never get to enjoy innocents which is sad. This one reminds of all the things I was deprived of in my younger years and how I wish I could exsperiance the innocents.. But if I had, I wouldn't be the wonderfull person and poet I am today. Good Job as always Lorna and take care
    -Janese
    | Posted on 2005-12-20 00:00:00 | by Chi-Town Rose | [ Reply to This ]
      Well thought out.
    I remember as you and everybody else does when thing where easier.
    Life was as grand as could be.

    I think that if we could implant the knowledge of adults into children then they would not take being a child for granted...not that it's there fault.

    ~shawn
    | Posted on 2005-12-19 00:00:00 | by armand | [ Reply to This ]
      ah, what a thought, but then with the knowledge of an adult it would be impossible to still be a child. After becomming an adult you have children to act like a child with and teach t be a strong adult, then you have grandchildren to act like a child with, and send home spoiled! You can borrow some of mine anytime you want! Since you are a nurse, I think that I can feel safe if they are with you for a while so you can act like a child again! thanks for commenting on all my poems, I am trying to catch up, been off the site for quite a while! This is a very nice write, my daughter just lost a tooth today so I really connected with the toothfairy part!~~tracy
    | Posted on 2005-12-17 00:00:00 | by tmullins | [ Reply to This ]
      So true, so true!

    This was a very enjoyable write, seasoned liberaly with humour. so many of us can identify with those feelings! This was so well written. I could see the little girl "flying" through the department store.

    Lorna, I hope this was your childhood!!

    Steve

    P.S. you asked for it, I have a new post called "Full Circle"
    | Posted on 2005-12-17 00:00:00 | by SHRINKSDR | [ Reply to This ]
      Amazing. And true. I especially like the part about losing your teeth being a good thing,that made me chuckle. The end of this poem really ties it together. A truly wise poem that takes the little things in life and makes them seem quite grand, which they are. I wish i could enjoy things like i used too.
    | Posted on 2005-12-15 00:00:00 | by Visionary | [ Reply to This ]
      hey Lorna!
    I feel bad that I am the last person on the site to comment.. but I wanted to tell you how much I loved this!
    Already I am begining to loose the enjoyment I used to have in Christmas. I used to look forward to it every year, friends & family yet now it just seems to much more of a hassle.
    I hate growing up, your discriptions made me think of my childhood. It was happy time before I entered highschool, then it just went down hill from there.
    I am just now reaching my sweet sixteen & already I wish I could slow down time. Going back when we all climbed trees in my back yard for amusment.

    If only!
    This was beautifully done.
    I really enjoyed it alot.
    Take care
    ~jennifer
    | Posted on 2005-12-15 00:00:00 | by joy7542 | [ Reply to This ]
      hello Lorna ,
    life through a childs eyes , its funny but as a child all we do is wish to be older and as an adult we wish to be younger lol. you caputed childhood perfectly , when as a child you beleived yr life to be over if you had no one to play with , and dreaming of being 18 or 21 as if by magic you would feel different , which you dont , shame that lol , great piece lorna i really enjoyed it
    take care
    Elaine x
    p.s we call a shopping cart a trolley lol
    | Posted on 2005-12-15 00:00:00 | by lainie75 | [ Reply to This ]
      Absolutely beautiful.

    You have captured exactly what it is like to be a child, or at least how these much older adult brain cells dream it was. What screams through in this entire piece is the lack of fear, the lack of anxiety and the lack of worry. How fun it would be to race through the store without the fear of breaking something (You break it, you buy it) or to run pell mell like a low flying airplane, knowing that if you crash, Mom will make it all better.

    I wonder a bit though about your wish:
    "How priceless it would be to take
    the knowledge of adulthood and
    instill it in the youth.
    Enabling them to enjoy just being young,
    and cherish every single day...
    through a child's eyes."

    Perhaps the better wish would be to banish the worries of adulthood from the adults. Then maybe we could cherish every day the way our children seem to.

    Steve
    | Posted on 2005-12-13 00:00:00 | by Lost Sheep | [ Reply to This ]
      This is really really good... actually trully awesome in my perspective as you have caught on everything I used to do about nine to ten years ago... Man how I miss those days... I remember we played baseball every week and walked down to the basketball court every day no matter what... that is what was great we could always play basketball because it was under roof... I look back upon those days and classify them as sacred... because it is what I want to be now that I am at this age... so many things come up and you are just faced with all of them straight on your face with little to no help... completely awesomely written and like always great job by you

    Jose J. Ortiz aka Josyman
    | Posted on 2005-12-13 00:00:00 | by josymanthegreat | [ Reply to This ]
      You do a wonderful job with this one Lorna, you hit the highlights of what a child thinks and feels, it's a beautiful way to recall those unbridled feelings of "here and now". this reminds me to have fun in this moment instead of feeling the peculiar burden of "adulthood" ooooohhh it sounds like something awful you wear on your head! (like a hangover maybe)

    when I was a kid I could not wait until I grew up so I could act like a child. I really enjoyed this one, you covered all the bases and it's a lovely reminder... it's never too late to have a happy childhood.

    peace and love,

    Nan
    | Posted on 2005-12-13 00:00:00 | by nansofast | [ Reply to This ]
      Found a few. Actually it's tighter than I thought; nice job.

    Joy of childhood, precious time
    filled with carefree happiness.
    Concerns were no bigger than wondering
    who could come out to play after dinner.
    Money had no real measure of necessity.
    "Bill's" was a mere reference to
    your friend Bill's baseball glove.
    No expectations or demands to weigh
    down youthful shoulders.
    Free to run through the department store,
    arms spread, imitating airplanes.
    Racing down the [a]isle like Mario Andretti
    behind the wheel of a shopping cart.
    The art of manipulation cleverly practiced
    by throwing public temper tantrums.
    Parents provided shelter, filtering out harm
    and kiss and bandaid magically
    made boo-boos all better.
    Holidays were filled with stress-free anticipation.
    Christmas brought excitement and wonder
    awaiting a strange yet friendly man
    known as Santa Claus.
    Easter meant a giant bunny would bring
    huge baskets of candy.
    Teeth falling out was profitable, summoning
    a mystical fairy to put money
    under pillows.
    Innocence propelled imagination to
    unlimited heights, nothing impossible.
    Yet, being older seems the desired goal.
    How priceless it would be to take
    the knowledge of adulthood and
    instill it in youth.
    Enabling them to enjoy just being young,
    and cherish every single day...
    through child's eyes.
    | Posted on 2005-12-12 00:00:00 | by joeyalphabet | [ Reply to This ]
      Huh - I thought I DID respond to this! That was Friday and I think maybe the power cut out. Oh well. I did like this very much, though I do think you could cut out unnecessary words. But it does capture that wonderful time really well, some of the minor scary things like Santa as well as the wonderful magical things. :-)
    | Posted on 2005-12-12 00:00:00 | by joeyalphabet | [ Reply to This ]
      Lorna
    I loved this
    You know i am a sucker for poems dealing with the family and about childhood
    I saw myself in almost every scene you described
    You have such a gift
    God Bless
    Ron

    Another one for my favorites list
    | Posted on 2005-12-12 00:00:00 | by Ronswords | [ Reply to This ]
      I have recently left child hood there came a time where santa wasnt real where you find momma not kissing santa but putting gifts under the tree where you realize naptime was actually useful and wish despratly for geometry to be magically naptime 101.but as a almost 15 year old you cant do the hide and seek games in the clothes racks at target and you just cant have the freedom of being 4,5,6,7,or 8. ahh i miss it...
    -Claire
    | Posted on 2005-12-12 00:00:00 | by dismal_s child | [ Reply to This ]
      Lorna, my friend, I truly enjoyed this poem "Through a Child's Eyes". You know they say that time is wasted on the young. Yes, it would be great to be able to go back, but only if the learned experiences can come along. Not sure how young I would desire to be if this was possible, as some of my lessons were extremely hard knocks, the kind that you would never want to have again. Perhaps it would be better to give to a child the experiences, and have them accept the lessons learned. This would be much better than going back, if it was possible.

    Unfortunately, I was one of the children made to grow up too fast in order to survive. However, because of this lesson in life, I made sure that my children; all children I cared for, had the kind of life and innocence protected as you describe here.

    Thank you for sharing this with me. These children were loved and allowed to remain innocent, yet their desire is to be grown up. They truly don't understand what it means to be grown up, especially the responsible adults. If they only knew!!
    My friend, may
    God bless you,
    Yvonne

    Yes, Lorna, you captured the feelings and events a child who is loved lives and sees. Hopefully they stay young and innocent. Unfortunately, sometimes this is not the case, events cause them to grow up too fast just to survive. Someone has stolen their innocence
    | Posted on 2005-12-12 00:00:00 | by dycrain | [ Reply to This ]
      This was a great trip back to childhood.
    You are right, that a childs life is carefree and
    that is how it is supposed to be. I remember
    baseball after school and during the summer. The easter bunny was a big part of my childhood. Chrismas, what can I say. I believed in Santa until I was 10 yrs old until I caught my dad putting gifts under the tree from Santa.
    I remember losing a tooth and then pretending I was alseep just to catch the tooth fairy. I aught my mom when I was 10 but I never told her.
    Well, as always you have written another masterpiece

    Respect and Admiration

    Clyde
    | Posted on 2005-12-11 00:00:00 | by Wisdom Seeker | [ Reply to This ]
      What a beautiful journey back in time! I so miss being a kid and having no real worries. Real being the operative word there. How I wish I could make my children understand that they don't really want to grow up, to take their time and cherish every moment. The memories are great, but what I wouldn't give to go back for just one brief moment in time! I guess the thing to do is just act like a child once in awhile so that our kids know that it is OK to be a kid. We get so wrapped up in everything around us, that we forget to tap into our own inner children. There is a terrific message in this piece and I hope that people hear it! Thanks for sharing another wonderful write!

    Candi
    | Posted on 2005-12-11 00:00:00 | by dreamweaver | [ Reply to This ]
      nice write here Lorna. the childhood and how do many of us miss those days of carefree happiness, though at times (speaking for myself) not so happy. I like how you put the references of “bill” (money) with the more innocent mind of a child. also the worry of coming home before dinner that was so true for me at certain times. I could never understand about my Father wanting to shut off lights and not take 30 minute showers, these days I have more understanding to why my Dad acted the way he did. umm the expectations and demands to weigh down youthful shoulders, though I would say otherwise to that maybe you have had a childhood or perhaps you simply mean by degree it is so overshadowed that it seems like none. to me this appears like an ideal childhood. something children should experience without unnecessary hardships. line 11 you have “imitiating” should be “imitating” instead. one thing I cannot stand are those kids who have those public tantrums. I think because as I child I was way too afraid to pull that nonsense. that’s the number one thing that has me look at kids and their parents with disgust. in line 16 I do like some sheltering but I think some parents take that way too far by the time the kid hits the streets he/she has about enough streets smarts as a walnut. now of course we (“we” meaning parents as a whole, a collective “we”) aren’t raising street children but at least some common sense should be instilled wouldn’t you agree? line 17 bandaid perhaps should be “Band-Aid” dunno, your choice of course, you are the writer I am just a toe jam of Satan’s pinky toe boo-boos hahaha you put boo-boos that’s very cute, awww.

    stress free anticipation? have you ever waited on X-mas eve wanting to open presents and the buzz just wont let you go to sleep and earlier you have been bugging Ma and Pa to “please let me just open up just one present” and they tell you to pipe down or there will be no Christmas! imagine that! threats of canceling Christmas! of course later in life I found out the truth about Santa. He has helper Santa Clauses working in malls! and good ones too! matter of fact a whole industry of helper elves and photo-ops. See Santa had to keep up with the times of economics, he figured he could base a whole industry off of his name and create thousands upon thousands of much needed jobs. Hence the mall Santa was born, or Santa Inc. toy stores heck most stores have taken very kindly to this opportunity of having the pseudo Santa in their ranks. then there is Easter, how could I forget that? egg hunts and baskets so much chocolate (you know I betcha you love these seasons, you chocalated {made up word} mad woman you!) what a day for hyperactivity though no contest compared to Halloween. I do like how the teeth falling out is on the heels of the Easter Candied verse goes quite nicely there. yeah the ole tooth fairy I swear I was cheated many o times by the fairy. she/he must have been sleeping on the job. the imagination and how it propels children to unlimited heights I think many of us writers still have that imagination still with us, I don’t think it ever fully leaves. and the end as an adult and the want to instill knowledge into the young minds, most important is to allow them to be young and cherish every day as a child and why shouldn’t it be that way? well said and very nicely done here,

    ~mike
    | Posted on 2005-12-10 00:00:00 | by inspirit999 | [ Reply to This ]
      Hi Lorna,
    Ahh those were the days, when all I had to worry about financialy was 20 pence for some moo choos.
    I had a soft toy rabbit I named Boo-boo incidently.
    Your three lines about the tooth fairy and making money made me smile, that's were I got my 20p for the moo choos.
    You captured youth perfectly here, It really brings stuff back.

    TTFN
    V
    | Posted on 2005-12-10 00:00:00 | by Vastmark | [ Reply to This ]
      Oh to be a child again ! But then again, maybe we are all children at heart and just trying to be adults. You captured being a child very well Lorna and I for one could relate to your description. Again, a lovely write by you.

    I still do some of those things now you know ! Where's my comfort blanket !
    | Posted on 2005-12-09 00:00:00 | by Frank Maguire | [ Reply to This ]
      Yeah, thoes were the days. lol. I loved the simplicity of this poem, like the that to a childs life. This captured all the the good things about being a kid, and reminded us of that time we might have taken for granted. A carefree flow and sweet innocence to it. Great job.

    Maggie
    | Posted on 2005-12-09 00:00:00 | by Magnolia Steele | [ Reply to This ]
      this a topic of many of all our poems--knowing what I know now.....ahhhh the thought of it...just to go back----it would be so different but it is not and these are things we must overcome---well not overcome but accept and learn and grow and learn...yes learn......I was Mario Andretti, and if I was Mario you can't be Mario
    LT
    | Posted on 2005-12-09 00:00:00 | by LameMansTerms | [ Reply to This ]
      I still do a lot of these things! I think it's great to remind us that it's ok to still look at life this way and not worry so much about things that aren't really that important!
    Great Lorna for reminiscing and capturing that awesome feeling...I wear my multi-colored toe socks with sandals (even in winter) on Fridays - I'm wiggling my toes @ you now! he he he
    Love,Peace,Joy~Know,Experience,BE~~~
    tif
    | Posted on 2005-12-09 00:00:00 | by Epiphany | [ Reply to This ]
      What a great write. It is nice to think back every once in a while and remember just how good we had things. The worries just were not big! Ahh the good old days! Thanks for the trip back down memory lane...

    Monica
    | Posted on 2005-12-09 00:00:00 | by mon28 | [ Reply to This ]
      Lorna,,
    Beautiful! Way back as a child, do I remember those good old fashion peaceful days..When then the only worry one had, was if you were going to make a friend mad or maybe get in trouble with Mom or Dad for a wrong one deliberately done and knew better,,oh the memories this write has brought...In a child's eyes, no major worries of the bills, dangers, etc.. You have done a wonderful write by looking through the Eyes of A Child!

    Smiles my friend,,,
    Linda
    | Posted on 2005-12-09 00:00:00 | by AlabamaFarmGirl | [ Reply to This ]
      You will make a terriffic grandmother, when the day arrives that child will never leave heaven, just go to another!
    This is lovely, and you already know it, at least you better! That feel tingles you when you have done well and the heart is telling you well done. No its not pride or boasting its the feeling of accomplishment. This has done that!
    Fantastic message I hope to read many outstanding comments of praise and tears.
    | Posted on 2005-12-09 00:00:00 | by Clayton | [ Reply to This ]
      this poem tells the the whole ooutlook of a child's thought. It had captured the truthof how we all looked at life. I never want to grow up, cause if I did, I wouldn't be a Toys r US kid. lol
    peace
    | Posted on 2005-12-09 00:00:00 | by dudethis | [ Reply to This ]
      Seemed like I just stood in the line at Disneyland just to make a comment. Ahh the memories of true freedom. You brought this to life well, Life through a child's eye. A most certainlly, excellent journey here, Lorna. As it reads, I find calmness. As my mind filters the change, to a time of running through a circle of clothes at the local clothing store. I never looked at things saying wow this is the first time. I just looked at them and said let's do this. A child with no fear. As I have matured, I have learned to appreciate the innosence of life. Wanting to protect it. Hence we appreciate only the things lost as the saying goes. Well as far as the saying goes hmm, I still miss those circle of clothes. I think back at why was that sooo fun lol. I soppose if no one was watching hehe. Ok gotta go HIGH FIVE on that one. Thanks again for the read.

    Sincerly Gannondalf aka Big Bear
    | Posted on 2006-07-11 00:00:00 | by Gannondalf | [ Reply to This ]
      This prose is filled with nostalgia. Wonderful memories of childhood. Some I remember doing myself and it makes me wish to be young again and without so many cares and worries that adulthood brings.
    The entire write was enjoyable to read. Though I never threw a tantrum in public or I knew what I would get..lol.
    I love the ending line...>"cherish every single day...through a child's eyes."< - That's that key.
    A good write Lorna, I enjoyed it.
    ~Sandra
    | Posted on 2005-12-09 00:00:00 | by Intricate1 | [ Reply to This ]


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