I remember when we were younger you led me to a dingy portable classroom out in the school field and we sat there dangling our legs off the side of its steps; you gave me your other battered earbud, eager to show me something new, and before I knew it we were hopping and bopping to the Crocodile Rock.

A Nostalgic Thought
Posted in My Writing, One Sentence Thoughts
Published by Darling LaBelle
I am a writer looking to use my background in psychology (understanding how people think) and drama (understanding how people act) to make meaningful connections and help others improve the quality of their lives. I am passionate about making a positive difference in this world and I hope to do so with my words. View all posts by Darling LaBelle