3 ½, 5, & 8

This used to be my playground.....
This used to be my childhood dream, the place I ran to, when I needed a friend.
Why did it have to end? and why do they always say, 'Dont look back', 'Keep your head held high', 'dont ask them why', 'Life is short',? Before you know it, you're feeling old, and your heart is breaking. 'Dont hold on to the past'. Well, that's too much to ask.

Live and learn, well the years they flew, and we never knew. We were foolish then. We'd never tire. That little fire is still alive in me. It'll never go away, I can't say goodbye to yesterday.
No regrets, but I wish that you were here with me.
Well then, there's hope yet.
I can see your face, in our secret place. You're not just a memory. 'Say goodbye to yesterday', those are words I'll never say....

This used to be our playground....
This used to be our childhood dream, our greatest escape....
This used to be the place we ran to, our secret hiding place....

Wishing you were here with me....

[these prints are soon to be in the etsy shop {top picture is 3.5x3.5 prints on 3.5x5" glossy} {middle picture is 5x5 prints on 5x7" glossy}, {bottom picture is 8x8 prints on 8.5x11" glossy}.]