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Well, i decided to add another one in here

Model:: yours truly believe it or not. I think this was in my dad's old apartment.

Again, i miss those days. When i didnt know exactly what divorce was or what it could do to a relationship between a father and his daughter. I wonder what it would be like to never grow up. To just stay in a fantasy world of make-believe, where stuffed animals come to life, and imaginary friends seem so real you could almost reach out and touch one and feel more than air. Where playing princesses becomes a way of life, and playing house is your day job. Where you didnt want your clothes to match because that was boring. Where boys had cooties. Where you thought you were invisible when you had a blanket over you, and you could read minds (as well as run as fast as lightning of course). Where war, drugs, and violence was something the adults talked about when they thought you werent listening. Where you secretly listened to those conversations even though you had no clue what was being said. Where you had a list of everything you wanted to be when you grew up: from a ballerina to a teacher, from a big-time actress to a librarian.

Where you knew exactly who you were, what you liked, what you didnt like.

Where you didnt need to grow up.

Where you were wanted, accepted, and loved everywhere you turned.

I miss those days.

Description
Well, i decided to add another one in here

Model:: yours truly believe it or not. I think this was in my dad's old apartment.

Again, i miss those days. When i didnt know exactly what divorce was or what it could do to a relationship between a father and his daughter. I wonder what it would be like to never grow up. To just stay in a fantasy world of make-believe, where stuffed animals come to life, and imaginary friends seem so real you could almost reach out and touch one and feel more than air. Where playing princesses becomes a way of life, and playing house is your day job. Where you didnt want your clothes to match because that was boring. Where boys had cooties. Where you thought you were invisible when you had a blanket over you, and you could read minds (as well as run as fast as lightning of course). Where war, drugs, and violence was something the adults talked about when they thought you werent listening. Where you secretly listened to those conversations even though you had no clue what was being said. Where you had a list of everything you wanted to be when you grew up: from a ballerina to a teacher, from a big-time actress to a librarian.

Where you knew exactly who you were, what you liked, what you didnt like.

Where you didnt need to grow up.

Where you were wanted, accepted, and loved everywhere you turned.

I miss those days.