_I’d like to turn off the music. _

_And in the silence, raise your glass_

_This is an ode to childhood_

_In all its complicated beauty_

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_From the first friend you made in kindergarten _

_To the last one you hugged before college_

_From the tears you cried after crashing on your first bicycle _

_To the silent sobs at midnight while you tackle homework_

_From bright colored skirts_

_To pitch black pants _

_From whispering silly secrets_

_To confiding personal issues_

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_We’ve all gone from young and adorable_

_To beautiful and strong_