Childhood, br filled with dreams and forbiden belief, br in what ever could you could see, br the naughty child, br was not me, br only framed in the love of sisterlyhood, br my time as a child br was short and sour br and i have been thinking about it for an hour br and have come to the conclusion br that wat i know br is only an alusion br of what my mother had wished me to think br and i remember how my gran was now, br but now the thought, br of my childhood is now erased forever, br because i cannot it bearbr br Laura Venterbr br