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Childhood

Posted by Laura on April 1, 2012

Childhood is a memory that never ends.

Childhood is a thousand trees in your forest memory.

Some kids school is fun some think it’s lame.

Some children are joyful and lucky.

The rest are joyful but not as fortunate.

It does not matter how old you are.

But don’t ever try to get rid of that feeling the feeling that you are still a child!

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My Childhood

Posted by rana on April 1, 2012

When I was smaller
I had lots of friends
I wouldn’t stop playing
Till the day ends
I swam before I could walk
I played before I could talk
I went in the snow, windy weather too
I played outside until my lips turned blue
I walked and travelled very far
I did ballet on a ballet bar
I ran and I still run
I had too much fun
When I was young

I swam in the the sea
I swam in the pool
I would never stop
I thought it was cool
The sand in my hands
The salt in my hair
I would always go back and still wouldn’t care
I wouldn’t touch my food
It would’t change my mood
I had too much fun
When I was young

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Childhood Poem

Posted by louispierre on April 1, 2012

My oldest memory of all
Was when my brother had the nerve to walk around in his underwear
Almost like it was his super villain secret lair

At school I had some friends
They were with me till the end
ISM was the school we would attend
It is a school I recommend

School is pretty cool but like any kid
I still kinda think it’s cruel
When we’ve already had a full day
And they still give us homework, that’s grey

I can’t remember my first day at school
But I can remember my most recent
It was last Friday, and I admit it was pretty decent
Yup! Good old Fridays in Mr. Jones’s class
He taught us that even the most boring things like mass
Can still be made fun, which prevents me from having wild daydreams (possibly envolving tear gas)

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My Childhood Poem

Posted by marcus on April 1, 2012

When I was born it was April fools day,
When I grew older I loved to play,
Playing football out in the sun,
I really liked that because it was fun,
When I moved to Monaco I was only eight years old,
Feeling that the country was not very cold,
Now for three years ISM has been my school,
And I think it is very cool.

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My childhood poem.

Posted by bianca on April 1, 2012

 

Flower fairies on the wall,

Even before I had learnt to crawl.

 

Baby doll in my arm,

Little ducks on the farm.

 

Ballet slippers on my toes,

Mummy loved to watch my shows.

 

Daddy throws me in the air,

I eat my meals in my chair.

 

My favorite colour was always pink,

My nana bathed me in the sink.

 

Birthday parties always fun,

When my friends played in the sun.

 

Then came brother baby Blake,

He always keeps me wide awake.

 

This is my favorite school,

Cause all my friends are really cool.

 

The teachers there make learning fun,

Even though I still hate sums.

 

Ice skating dresses all so nice,

For when I glide across the ice.

 

 

 

 

 

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Posted by justin on April 1, 2012

My childhood was good,
It was not that bad,
Only if you knew what I had.

But always remember that friends,
Come and go and family is for ever,
the first present I got was jacket of leather,
I thought I was cool but all my friends,
Told me I was a fool.

Always remember your childhood,
So you can look back at it,
But never think you ever lost it.

Because your childhood stays with you,
In your heart until you die.

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Childhood poem

Posted by benm on April 1, 2012

Childhood begins without you knowing,
It shapes your future and keeps you going.
Childhood gives you imagination,
But sometimes puts you into fustration.

Childhood makes you go to school,
Sometimes it sucks, somtimes it’s cool.
Childhood teaches you that 1 + 1 is 2,
You once thought that going to school had no use to you.
But now you think “Hang on,
That came out wrong!”

You once thought that childhood was about watching TV,
But now you spend time on the PC!

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Childhood

Posted by zacjf on April 1, 2012

There were my two brothers and me,
We happily grew up by the sea,

And everyday we play,
In some sort of way,

The game we like most of all,
Is playing football,

And when I am tired and go to bed,
I rest my sleepy head.

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Alessandro’s Chilhood Poem

Posted by alessandro on April 1, 2012

 

I wake up in the morning,

And I can’t stop myself from yawning,

I dig out my clothes to get dressed,

Oh dear, my hair is such a mess!

 

I tumble down the stairs,

Thinking about school, who really cares?

Breakfast is already on my plate,

Mum and Dad shout”hurry up or you be late.

 

Running along the street dragging my bag on the floor

Catching the school bus is such a chore!

Jump on ti it with my friends,

And have fun until the jouney ends.

 

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My Childhood Poem

Posted by maria on March 30, 2012

Childhood is something,
Every kid should have,
You can go skiing,
As far as Megeve.

Have delicious cookies,
Make silly mistakes,
Doing all your duties,
But also having breaks.

Everyone is special,
In his/her own way,
Even something casual,
You can make it great!

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