Life has just been life, nothing special, nothing different.
The breeze is a mix-up. colorful and crispy.
Reminds me of school supplies and flag football.
Awww, childhood memories.
Free at the sound of the bell, everyone scampers out the door.
Running thru the redness of autumn that has left its marks on the ground,
just to get home to a pb&j sandwich with a cold glass of milk, simply because
that school lunch just wasn't filling enough.
Homework was far from those of restless and strenuous minds.
However, it must be complete before the play begins.
Time is passing rather quickly, gotta make a move to be outdoors.
Mom comes home from a long days of work, all she wants to do is relax.
Friends knock on the door to commence the fun.
How trendy was a black hoodie in such harvesting weather. Gotta grab it.
mom makes sure she yells curfew time before exiting so it can remain on the conscious.
Walking around the block in packs of 4, tossing a football from one hand to the next until a brilliant mind discovers a plan.
pitch in half a dollar a piece, to purchase eggs.
The dark fell upon us, allowing one to be aware of time.
We all thought to ourselves, " now is the perfect time".
Two dozens of eggs, split it up evenly.
Sheltering the dome, slowly plotting.
First person on site is unfortunate.
Identical crew strolls up, states a single word.
WHAMM!!!
We find ourselves in the same situation as yesterday.
Egg War.
It's in the weather.
October/Autumn/Back to School/Fun.
I miss those days.
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