Those were the daze

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Memories, light the corners of my mind, Misty water-coloured memories, of the way we were.
Scattered pictures, of the smiles we left behind, smile we gave to one another, of the way we were.
Can it be that it was all so simple then? Or has time re-written every line?
If we had the chance to do it all again, tell me, would we? Could we?
Memories, may be beautiful and yet, what's too painful to remember, we simply choose to forget.
So it's the laughter we will remember, whenever we remember, the way we were.
 
Those clackers....talk about taking an eye out
I was lucky. They lasted nearly a year, when a kid grabbed them out of my hands, clacked them and both spheres just shattered. The kid threw them on the floor at my feet and ran top speed away like the wind.

I was offered another set by Papa but I refused. I got an extra Bolo instead. Nice!
 

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