Leah Rayanne
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Tag Archives: adults
I’m not a grown-up.
I have a confession to make. My last post makes me really sad. It just seems like it must have been written by someone wholly resigned to reality—that is to say, it must have been written by a grown-up. If … Continue reading
Posted in the confessions, the thoughts
Tagged adults, children, growing up, grown-ups, hope, imagination, life, One Dead Poet, reality
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Grown-ups should be more like kids.
Apparently my sisters woke up this morning dead set on having a Winter lemonade stand. Their idea was to go door-to-door in the neighborhood selling cups of hot chocolate for a quarter. Brilliant, I thought. Too cold outside, thought Dad and … Continue reading
Posted in the thoughts
Tagged adults, children, grown-ups, happiness, hot chocolate, kids, lemonade stand, life, One Dead Poet
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