I have a thought process as rigorous as the most treacherous mountains in the world. Long car rides are my preferred setting for sitting down to write. I was born a writer, but I will die an author.
l believe that there is a place inside all of us that holds tight to our childhood memories and protects them as though they were gold or diamonds. Falling asleep in the car is a comforting memory to me of a good time during my childhood. Constructive criticism is always welcome, and let me know what your comfort from childhood is.
Written By: Sunshine Rose Writer
May 27, 2015
A poem about childhood innocence. . .
Do you remember those days
Those days, those days
When hour-long rides seemed like an eternity
And tired little faces
With their candy-stained mouths from the day's activities
Would find their eyes shutting out the world
Then waking up seconds later
And finding themselves home again
I remember what it was like
To be worn and tired from the day
Oh, how I wish
Wish to relive those times
Those times was life was to be lived carefree
And life was simple, easy
Sometimes I find myself drifting
Back to those days
I find myself
Falling asleep in the car
This is a poem I wrote when I was thinking about a trip to Disneyland my family took when I was a kid. I remember sitting in the farthest backseat of our SUV, watching a DVD on the small TV screen we had installed in the car. It was late, and I fell asleep. The next thing I knew, I was waking up and my dad was picking me up from my seat and carrying me into the house.