As 8th graders, you are at the crossroads of childhood and adulthood. But as you move forward in your lives, it is important to relish in and reflect on your past. Let's read a poem on childhood together.
My Childhood | ||
| by Matthew Zapruder | ||
| the orange ball arcs perfectly into the orange hoop making a sound like a drawer closing you will never get to hold that I am here and nothing terrible will ever happen across the street the giant white house full of kids turns the pages of an endless book the mother comes home and finds the child animal sleeping I left my notebook beside the bed the father came home and sat and quietly talked one square of light on the wall waiting patiently I will learn my multiplication tables while the woman in the old photograph looks in a different direction
Writing Prompt:
Think back on your childhood and your blossoming youth. Write about a positive memory, a loss, lesson you have learned, something you don't want to forget, something you don't quite understand but want to understand more deeply. Write a poem, prose, or list. Be creative.
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