I was a very hyper, yet a reader, as a kid. I knew when to be calm, but as soon as I hit the footstep from my house, I was a devil.
I'll have to disagree with you and say that kid live in two different worlds:home and school!
But even if I disagree, your poem is beautiful.

This is an aspect of childhood. I mostly never wanted to leave my family but I also remember the feeling of doing things I didn't want to and feeling intruded upon. I love the last line. Not just a dead body but an bloated one would really make you pull your hand away.

I'll check out the poetry train.

Awesome! Incredible imagery, especialy the last line.

Dang that was ... depressing. Very well and vividly written, but a bummer all the same.

Let's go look at some nekkid men, you'll feel better. I promise. ;-)

I really identified with this piece, Christine, because as a child I was hyper aware of my limitations as a child. And as a child care provider, I'm always sensitive to the myriad ways one can help a child retain her dignity. I thought this piece was really powerful.

wow! last line - big finale!
Awesome!
"extend your reach when whap, whap the teacher’s ruler snaps against the back of your right hand making you cringe as if you’ve touched the bloated body of a dead man."
Welcome back sweets!

I let my kids explore. I explored and was very imaginative at a child. Children shouldn't be stifled that way.

Of course, I say that now only cause my youngest is behaving and not licking the dog at this moment. ;)

Great contribution to Rhi's poetry train Christine. I hadn't heard from you in a while. It's good to hear from you again.

Of course I've been swamped at my EDJ, so I haven't been around much either.

Nice imagery

Xine,

What an interesting view on childhood and in many ways, so true. We're often told what not to do as children, aren't we?

Thanks for stopping by.

Man, Xine, that's a downer. You've got me looking at my own kids and wondering about the things I say to them! What about the love of exploration? Or am I that weird a mom?