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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required South Carolina in the middle of summer, '96. Windswept heat brushing against the nape of a young boy's neck. The sound of the rock music he and his father so often listen to going into the canals of his ears and making it's intricate path into his heart. Not a care in the mind of the ever-ignorant child as he catches lizards and harnesses them into a small bucket. Oh how this world is his to take! Nothing to stop him from the always changing desires that his brain piles high, much like that of a young girl wishing to be a princess and a movie star. Then his mother leaves and the hue of the world has changed. As the moon flips the light into dark, so has this happened to him. The change effects his family, turning his older sister away and bringing his younger closer. Just what had he done that was so wrong? If he hadn't cared as he should have, he made up for it by crying at random intervals of the night. He voices this to his Grandmother. She knows his sorrow and shares it through heart felt talks with a six year old. Something he can never be truly grateful enough for. He speaks words of hope to his younger sister and sentences of doubt to his oldest, searching for an answer. Thirteen years later he realizes that the answer is unimportant, but it was the cause of the question which shaped him. That struggle to stay afloat in what seemed like an infinitely deep sea of darkness, created the man who now writes this prose. After all, what's more nostalgic than remembering the bad times as well as the good, and being able to see the good in them?
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