Childhood Notebook

Description In life, everybody has their past, their good times and bad times will always be remembered. Childhood is the most important part of your life, it's when most friends are born, and when you never stop laughing. All the memories are captured in just one word: CHILDHOOD.

Synopsis I'm going to show poems about childhood, and how important it is to someone. Poems: A Boy and His Dad- By: Edgar Guest At The Zoo- By: WIlliam Makepeace Daddy- By: Sylvia Plath How I am- By: Jason Shinder Sisters- By: Lucille Clifton Yesterday- By: W. S. Merwin

THE FIGHT

He is very mad

I am very mad, we fight

I throw a hard punch to start

He falls to the ground

I laugh and laugh in his face

Blood spills of his nose, he's dead

FOOTBALL

Face masks hitting aggressively against each other.

Over by the the sidelines coaches scream nervously to give directions.

Outrageous players run the ball as fast as the wind.

Today is our day, no fights, no insults, no nothing, just football.

Big tough guys in the line of scrimmage blocking.

All is down to this play. Just play

Like there is no tomorrow!

Live your passion, your dream, FOOTBALL.

BALBOA

Big hits go out on the football field, new stars are born, the players are strong, fast and prepared for whatever is on their way.

A tiny thought of fear passes through my brain, maybe there is going to be an injury, maybe not. I run and run, and never look back. A

Linebacker stands right in front of me, with fear all over my body I run directly to him like a rhino. We look at each other with hate in our eyes. We both

Bounce back as we hit. I knew the kid was also scared, i knew he didn't want to hit, I felt the same way.

Out of nowhere my hand start to hurt, red drops come out of my paralyzed hand. I feel dizzy. Paramedics come on the football field. It is

All gone, no more football, no more sports. A torn ligament. My passion, my hobby, my life. What do I do?