Kids.

Kids. "Give it back,that's mine",she said, "I'm gonna tell my father", "Well I don't care,I've got it now,besides,I'll just tell mother". "Who cares,it's mine,now give it back,or you'll be truely sorry" "You don't scare me,I don't care,and I don't have to worry". "Yes,you do,I'm bigger than you,so watch out for yourself", "Now give it back,or I'll tell dad,and he'll just put it on the shelf." "Go tell dad,I'll run and hide,and you won't even find me", "Oh,yes I will,and so will dad,so just you go,and try me". "It's not fair,you've got your own,why won't you let me play?" "Because,I wan't it,now give it here,and you'd better get out of my way". I listen to them fighting,I giggle now and then, As I remember,my childhood,so long ago,back when... I would argue with my brother,and with my sister too, Just like my father,and my mother,and even probaly,you. By Sharon.L.Leonard. 8th,November,2007.