THE KID IN ME. I was walking through the woods one day not far from my home. When I saw some kids go running by in the hills I use to roam. Their faces seemed familiar I had seen those kids before. I could not place their names but I knew those kids for sure. I followed close behind them trying to recall. But each time I got close to them I would slip and sometimes fall. It almost took my breath when all at once I could see. Mom stood at the end of the path looking right at me. Didn’t you hear me yelling? I heard my Mother say. I was trying to find you the little boy said but a man stood in my way. I tried to say something to her but my voice was faded out. When suddenly the kids walked right through me and started towards the house. I could hardly believe what I was seeing the little boy was me. I was six or seven at the time in my mind I could plainly see. I tried to walk on further but the light began to fade. I wanted to go home to but the journey had been made. Years ago when I was little running through the hills. I saw a man standing on the path at the time it seemed so real. But now I know who it was and it’s so plain to see. It was me thirty years later looking back at the kid in me. Fred R. Parks
Posted on: Mon, 17 Jun 2013 20:08:16 +0000
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