When i was lil

When i was Little, I use to be happy with staying home. Playing in the yard or just watching TV was good enough for me. I didn't have to be in town or surrounded by my friends to have a good time. A good time then was eating pop corn and watching Disney Channel. But now i can't stand being with in a mile of my house or family. When i was Little i was happy

blog

I kinda hate this blogging thing. Whats the point of it? typing down my thoughts or whats on my mind the most for every one else to read. But my battery is about to die so i guess this will be my blog. Sorry to who ever is reading this and thought id have more interesting thoughts, didnt mean to disapoint you

Old man

There was a old man who used to live in the inner city. As he grew old he got tired of the constant noise and lights of the big city. One day he packed only his most prised possessions and moved way out in to the the unexplored country. It was a small one window wooden shed. He had acres of open field with tall brown/golden grass. He could see as far as the eye could take him with a single tree in front of his house being the only thing to see. But most of all what he loved was the clear baby blue sky with puffy white clouds.