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Memories in boxes 
By lady Arabella
 
As I sit here and go through all the boxes  I’ve made 
Each one holds a memory which time cannot fade
From old school reports that showed all I could be 
To lessons learnt at times when red flags I couldn’t see 
From cards of love and poems of sorrow 
From past , to present and things of tomorrow 
Each picture , each item, each card , each gift or each moment I’ve saved 
Holds memories of who I was , who i am and the path I’ve now paved  
How far I’ve come , the ups and downs I’ve endured 
Put away in boxes , frozen in time and then stored 
At the age of 7 I would dance and took  exams for tap , jazz and ballett 
Go on great  holiday to Skegness with my family in a chalet
At the age of 8 teachers said I  took lead on discussion  and knew how to communicate 
Hard working and popular , determined to try ,improve and never late 
They also said i was very talkative and needed to learn when to speak 
As there approval at times during lessons  I did not seek 
At the age of 9 I had my first poem published in the local news 
Was excited each year as  I got new kickers  as school shoes 
At the age of 10  I became a member of tameside crucial crew
That’s around the time I played football for a boys team too 
At the age of 11 I moved to Fairfield high school for girls 
Had frizzy hair and embraced my natural curls 
By the time I was 12 I was playing football for my schools team 
 And Training with tameside school of excellence and young enough to dream 
By 13 I was awarded pupil of the week and my fav subject was history 
Listening to the radio , or my hand held Walkman obviously the station was  kisstory  
 By 14 I was achieving academic awards at the end of year in ceremonies which took place 
For progress in religious studies and mathematics once I decided to up the pace 
By the age of 15 I became a peer counsellor  and prefect 
Oh and got bullied how could I forget 
By the time I left I exceed expectations got 1 A* , 3As , 3 Bs 4Cs and 1 D 
Resistant materials what use is that anyways, see 
 the point is I’ve got memories in boxes which marks each place
In  this life of mine 
Each one represents  my timeline  
I often reflect and look back to see how far I’ve come 
How I could have been just anyone 
But I’m not I’m me and there isn’t anyone the same 
And my memories in boxes remind me that, even if it’s lame! 
My friend is right somethings I don’t need to hold onto 
Regardless with who 
As some of those people are now part of my past 
Not everything is made to last 
So as I clear out my boxes and throw things away 
It’s to make more room for new memories as tomorrow is more than today 
It’s time to say goodbye to things I once held close 
As they no longer mean the most
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