Stories are teachers, they are molded to have an impact on young lives. They register morals that impart on character and norms. If they give off a trace of the forbidden in fair light, then culture and its future may suffer for it.
As the young grow, their paws seek everything. Their teeth playfully bite the soft or the hard with innocence and very little comprehension. They attempt to caress fire until it burns them.
Everything is attractive to their naïve and simple curiosity.
Don’t you wish you could be young again?
YOUNG AGAIN
You are only young once,
Blossomed to take your chance;
To scent the world’s spring
With the fruit kinds you bring.
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Thanks for the reblog
You’re welcome my friend:)
That photo of a lazy boy is funny! Haha
It truly is
Ha ha, I’m sure God has it all covered up. We are all going to heaven on special carrier…
This is why I try to only write positive words.. For those who read really do process and, be it consciously or subconsciously, allow the words they read to mold them. I realized this a year ago or so and threw out all my old negative, depressing works without publishing
-breakawayfromsorrow
Bravo