Time in My Perspective - Chapter One - My Childhood
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Time passes us by every minute of every day without us even noticing. We may say the phrase time passes by when were having fun or its almost as if time stands still, but here's a question... what is time? Is it a figment of out imagination.... is it your basic past present and future or is it something else?
This is where I come in and tell you time in my perspective.
I was born on the 15th of January 1563 to a common family just outside London. I was christened just a few days later Edward john smith. We returned to our shack we called our home. It was nothing perfect not by the slightest but it was to us. It was our home our shack we could never loose. It held to many memories that could be lost ... we would never give it up. Or so we thought...
A few years later he came... belonging at our door screaming and shouting at my father... telling him to get out, that he was useless and was nothing more than a farmers boy.
my mother crying gave him the last or our money for our rent until he had left.
She sat there tearful cradling me in her arms telling me we were goin to be okay but I know now we weren't, I know now why we weren't willing to give up our house and our memories.. because well lets face it every family has the secrets and it was no different with ours.. except ours wasn't any old secret... it was once told, and now it was burrowed deep into their mind always staying there and never moving....
But why you may ask yourself, why does it just repeat itself, why doesn't it just vanish like every other memory?
But let me ask you this... have you ever had a memory that u couldn't forget or a secret that just randomly pops in your mind every now and then. Well this is like one of those except one you know you won't escape...
This is where I come in and tell you time in my perspective.
I was born on the 15th of January 1563 to a common family just outside London. I was christened just a few days later Edward john smith. We returned to our shack we called our home. It was nothing perfect not by the slightest but it was to us. It was our home our shack we could never loose. It held to many memories that could be lost ... we would never give it up. Or so we thought...
A few years later he came... belonging at our door screaming and shouting at my father... telling him to get out, that he was useless and was nothing more than a farmers boy.
my mother crying gave him the last or our money for our rent until he had left.
She sat there tearful cradling me in her arms telling me we were goin to be okay but I know now we weren't, I know now why we weren't willing to give up our house and our memories.. because well lets face it every family has the secrets and it was no different with ours.. except ours wasn't any old secret... it was once told, and now it was burrowed deep into their mind always staying there and never moving....
But why you may ask yourself, why does it just repeat itself, why doesn't it just vanish like every other memory?
But let me ask you this... have you ever had a memory that u couldn't forget or a secret that just randomly pops in your mind every now and then. Well this is like one of those except one you know you won't escape...
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