Well, I visited my old neighborhood today and it got me thinking..

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Evertyime I think of the word G-A-R-D-E-N I will always think of Miss Suzy fixing her garden when the weather is fair and the sun is out; picking weeds and watering her beautiful garden full of tulips and flowers of any kind.

Everytime I think of the word S-C-A-R-E-D I will always think of my old house when I was a little kid. How it creeked and shook when the sun rested in the dark skies.

When I think of the word F-U-N-N-Y I will always remember when I fell down and got back up again and it always ended in a smile.

The times I think about the word D-R-A-W-I-N-G I think about the endless thoughts of me being an artist when I was 3 years old.