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I Hate Child Abuse

Mount Holly ,New Jersey ... I'm in first grade,Its the last week of school and the beginning of summer time.The world is so beautiful. My little life is so happy.I AM SO HAPPY .
I have to walk home from school .Just four blocks .18 Mitchel Terace is my house.A lot of classmates walked the same route. There was something different today ahead of me as I walked. Children laughing! Something fun! I ran toward the excitement ahead ! I ran with such anticipation I was out of breath ,and could only pant with my hands on my knees ,my long strate hair hung foward over my head as I caught my breath ,sucking gulps of air.....looking straight down at the grass .trying to regain the the strength to stand upright.....And see what all the exciement was about.
There was such excitement growing in the whirlwind of my periphery, still dizzy and out of breath I lifted my little face at last, and my little arms parted the way as I moved forward into the growing crowd like I was walking threw a tall field of corn..........And then I saw it.
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SolidHeart · 46-50, M
I love the way way you write your story. I felt like watching it not reading.

I am glad you reached safe to your home and to your brother.
lucyyy · 51-55, F
@SolidHeart Thank you. The story is not over ....have the Gods no mercy? I will tell you a secret, perhaps it will make the unbearable bearable.... " The Gods envy us."
SolidHeart · 46-50, M
@lucyyy I want to know the rest of your story. But there are no Gods, there is only one God and he doesn't envy us.
lucyyy · 51-55, F
@SolidHeart. "I felt like watching it not reading". .THANK YOU! Best compliment I ever got!! Imagery ...the pictures we create in our minds.... I want a thousand paintings to spring from a single page....paper is just paper .....but when a poet, a writer, or an artist puts pen to pulp ,or just scratches on the stone wall in a cave with a lump of coal.......Well, you get the picture.