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Progeny Precious Early morning routine shock. Scream the alarm, wake up hop
Out of bed, and brush your teeth quick
shower, fresh indeed. Pack school bags, have breakfast.
Rice Cornflakes,
bread butter jam, eggs. Tuck in lunchbox;
wear white socks
school uniforms, black shoes well polished.
Prepared.
Mom and Dad give a drop; drive off
to work.
We wait at school gate for our schoolmates. Some
come in school bus
alighting without fuss, join us. Brisk converse,
hurried focus,
a swift prepare for class test on particular days.
Otherwise, games.
Noise hilarious. We run, talk endless.
Stories, fictions,
tales based on pure imaginations, read to us by parents
at home
previous night. Soon the bell rings. Silence. Discipline.
We Que. Pray.
Another day in school begins.
Nostalgic. I have been asked would I like to go back to the school years...thinking a moment...No. School was work and pressure, both peer and parental. Today with drugs and violence...No way! I still have nightmares over class schedules. LOL. If I could go back in time it would be to when I was 5 years old. Only fear I had was wetting the bed and there were no responsibilities and my free child was fully alive. To recapture that innocence, that would be worth going back for.
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