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My song of innocence is not knowing right from wrong, that you are at a point where people don’t really expect much from you. I use to be able to do some thing and not get in trouble just told not to do that and why and then I would know but before then I was not expected of much. But as the years go on people expect you to learn more as you live on and your knowledge of right and wrong expand so people expect more of you. The reason that this cannot stay green is because of you growing and your knowledge of what is right and wrong and how maturate you are and what people expect of you as you grow.

Responsibility is my song of innocence. This doesn’t stay the same. You are always required to handle more and more as you get older. You can’t have the same responsiblity as a 2 year old when your 20. Things don’t get handed to you anymore. You have to work and work in order to succed. Until you reach an adult your responsibilty get bigger and bigger until you are on your own. Now you have the responsibility to make your own decesions, no more of your parents decisions. As you get older you get more responsibility and given more opportunties to prove that. Responsibility cannot stay gold forever.

Let me ask you this-was there anything that you used to do that was a “song” for you?

One of my favorite Songs of Innocence is my grandfather’s cottage in Lexington. I used to spend the whole summer there. There was no TV or running water in the house. It was the greatest way to spend the summer.

It lost some of its “gold” as I grew up and didn’t want to spend the summer away from my friends. They were doing “grown up” things while I was fishing and swimming and catching things in the creek, spending time with my grandfather. I thought those things were silly and childish.

Now, whenever I go back I get to watch my kids do the same things I did. They think I was lucky to spend my entire summer vacation in Lexington.

They’re right-I was lucky.

My song of innocence is The Shepherd and it is about how we are all like sheep and how we are innocence. The shepherd in the poem is someone that is guiding us along the path to becoming adults. No matter how far we stray off the path the shepherd will always bring us right back to the past and if we are lost he will find us and guide us back. The shepherd could be someone in your life that you look up to or he could be someone that you would have never expected could be your shepherd. This poem can’t stay ”Gold” forever because there won’t always be someone there to guide you eventually you have to be your own guide and find your own path that could lead you away from the pack and the shepherd won’t bring you back.
My song of innocence was when I was a kid and my parents where my shepherd and they always keep me on the right track in life. This helped me grow up a little and be able to make my own decisions and hope that they are the right ones. I lost some of the “Gold” when I got my driver’s license. I knew I had to make my own decisions and my parents could still help me a little but not as much as they used to be able to. So now I have to make my own decisions while I’m driving so I don’t hurt anybody else on the road. So we can’t stay “Gold” forever because we can’t keep from growing up.

Drew Bradford

My song of innocence would probably have to be my grandma’s house. We used to go over there all the time when I was little. I have some of my best childhood memories in that house. She had a pool in the back yard, which is where we would spend most of our time. We spent entire days of the summer in that pool with our friends and family. I remember one time we had to rescue a deer that tried to drink from it and it got tangled in the blue pool cover. She also had a huge basement. If we weren’t in the pool, we would be in the basement. Her basement is where my great uncle first taught me how to play pool. There was also a hot tub down there, but we normally weren’t allowed to use it. She also had a back room down there in that basement that was perfect for playing hide-and-seek and other fun games. My most favorite part of my grandmother’s old house was my grandfather’s garden. He didn’t have many hobbies since he spent most of his time working. He worked at his own company, Victor Co., until he was 87 years old, right up till the day he died. But his garden had the best tomatoes you would ever see. We would just be playing in the pool and we’d hear him cursing at the invisible rabbits that would eat up all his tomatoes. Unfortunately, my grandparents moved out of this house about 2 years ago. They moved into a condo so that they wouldn’t have to worry about yard work and other things like that.

My “song of innocence” is the house I grew up in. It was a modest ranch house with a huge backyard in which I climbed trees, picked lilacs, and played in a little log cabin play house my dad built for me.

I lived in this house until I was 17, at which time it was lost to foreclosure. My parents had financial difficulties, to say the least, and they just couldn’t hold on to the house. We then moved into an apartment—one in the Avondale district so I could finish my senior year. The house never really lost its “gold” for me—the new apartment would never live up to the memories of happier times in the house—but it was certainly tarnished. Over time, the hurt went away, and I grew up, and moved on. Like Mr. Kreinbring, the gold returns for me now, with my own children, as they experience their childhoods in their own modest ranch house with a huge backyard to explore. When I sometime start to feel like I wish I could give my kids a bigger, nicer house, I stop myself—because despite its faults, it is our home, precious to all of us

Is everybody’s Song a house?

Another of my songs was my first two wheeler. A Schwinn Stingray that had a white banana seat and high handlebars. I stuck a baseball card in the spokes so it’d make noise. That bike was everything to me: freedom, distance, speed, risk.

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My song of innocence is my grandmother’s house. My grandmother’s house is where all my child hood memories are. My grandmother has lived in the same apartment complex for the past 14 years. And each unit she moved to has so many memories. My grandmother has this garden where every week I would go and plant different plants. Like sometimes we would plant tomatoes plants, because that is her favorite, or cucumbers, watermelons and everything you can think of. All the neighborhood kids would come by and even sometimes help us.
Like on special holidays my grandma would set up different games and obstacles for the neighborhood kids and I to play. Like on Easter my grandmother would take the whole apartment complex and set up eater eggs all over the entire complex. Who ever was to collect the most eggs would win some kind of prize or gift certificate. Then after we finish that, all the kids would go to my grandmother’s house and paint the Easter eggs and sit them outside the basket of her house. The first friends that I ever made before I even started school were in the neighborhood. I learned how to ride my bike with out the training wheels on and also how to swim. My entire first everything happened in my grandma’s apartment complex.

My “Song” of innocents would probably have to be my room. Up till I was seven I could be in my room where no one would bother me. I could play with my little toy cars on top of my bunk bed a play while the time past. I never had to get up and do anything. I had no chores or anything. I had the biggest TV in the house and I would watch Scooby Dooo twenty four seven.
I guess it lost some its gold when my parents started going in there and making me clean in it. My toy cars lost its “gold” when I realized how stupid I would look when I would sit on top of my bunk beds smashing the cars together and if the would flip over I would pretend like they blew up. My favorite car was the big heavy red one that would never lose. I kind of put them away when I was ten and never played with them again. But there gold never came back. I still have them but there in the closet somewhere and my room has its gold back for sure. It got lost but for the past two years I could go in there and no one will ever bother me. My favorite part about my room now is my bed. Its really comfy. If I wanted to I can lay in there all day without having to worry about anything. Its kind of like heaven but it loses its gold when someone else sits or lays in my bed because I hate when my blankets are messed up. I just got a new TV and it is the biggest one in the house and if I wanted I could watch Scooby Dooo all day. Scooby never lost its gold though. Everyone can enjoy Scooby Dooo no matter how much you have grown up.

As I think back, my song of innocence would have been the hours of talking around my home’s kitchen table. When I was young and in trouble, it was that night’s topic of discussion. My parents gave me a voice but I don’t think it really counted at the time. During our chats about right and wrong behavior, I usually felt protected by my parents, even though they were unhappy with me some of the time. I always had a chance to “tell” my side of the story during the talk. When I was young, I could leave that table facing a punishment possibly, but I knew my parents would help and support me. As I look back, the consequences were not too severe like they would have been if I was an adult. I can see now that they were teaching me to look at all sides of a situation before I act. This is a big lesson for me to carry into my life. My “golden” moments around that table began fading as I had to take the lead in being responsible for my behavior. I needed to make wiser choices and try to stay away from conflicts that might lead me to trouble. It was necessary that I not rely on my parents to solve my problems. Now the discussions around our table are most often about my younger brother and sister. The table has turned green for me now because I no longer go there with innocence. When I talk around the table now, I am either explaining experiences or decisions I have made. I no longer feel like I am being totally directed by my parents, but rather can see that I am gaining freedom.

My song of innocence would have to be catching fireflys in my back yard in indiana. Its special to me because thats what i think of when i think of innocence and my childhood. I can’t hold on to my innocence for long because if i was a forty year old man running around catching fireflys, people might ask questions about my sanity. We always hold on to the thinks that take us back to times that were good in our lives. Thats why most people hold on to their innocence by keeping things that remind them of that time. Mine just happends to be memories of running through the night catching fireflys.

My song of innocence would have to be my friend Chay’s garage. Over the years we have spent countless hours doing numerous things from playing Grand Theft Auto to playing hockey to building the perfect fire work. This is my song because over the years we have done more and more things in the four walls than most people have done in their whole life. Looking back we can see all that we have done, innocent games we used to play. For example The Stick Game a game where you collect three medium throwing sticks and one large stick for melee, yes idiotic and painful also fun. This is what we did for fun good innocent fun. Also many great things were created in the garage the devastator (super cool go kart) and a giant swing that now hangs from the tree in the back yard. The garage is also for fixing things from computers to air soft guns, all in good fun. The garage was built in sixth grade Chay and I built a tree fort, it got infested with bees and dead squirrels. So Chay’s helped us build a small house. So the garage was born, the perfect hang out equipped with two couches, two lazy boys, bunk beds, television, internet, and video games. The perfect paradise, home next to home.

My most cherished memories of that innocent time revolve around my childhood bedroom window. We lived in a crazy house. My parents said it was homemade. Everything about it was crooked! The window in my bedroom went from the floor up about two feet. I would sit on the floor and look out that window for hours, dreaming dreams worthy of any fairytale Disney ever put to the screen!

My song of innocence when I was a kid would be my aunt’s house. It’s in cold water Michigan and my family and I would visit here 3-4 times a year. It was a blast there. You could swim, fish, play with fireworks, and spend time talking and hanging out together. My song lost its innocence when I got older and didn’t want to spend time away from my home and friends. My song of innocence now is sports and friends. Sports keep me happy in life and I enjoy playing them. The innocence of sports won’t be with me my whole life so I have to take advantage of the time that I have right now to play them. My songs of innocence make me feel very and happy. I don’t want to cross the threshold of being an adult just yet.

My song of innocence would have to be just being with my grandmother. I loved just going to her house. I felt safe, young and appreciated. She made me feel like I belonged somewhere. Like I had an actual place in the world. As I held her hand or gave her a hug, it was like holding God himself. I loved just being around her. She made me loved. The sweet aroma of the house to which she cooked and nourished. I definitley miss my grandmother.

My song of innocence would have to be, when me and my mom would wake up early once a week before school and before work and go to McDonalds. We use to get breakfast and park the car under a big oak tree in the shade and eat our breakfast and talk. We talked about everything and than we would just sit there and wait until it was time to drop me off at school. That became ” Gold” for me when i started having to come to school earlier and not wanting to wake up early because i was too tired. If i did go out to breakfast before school it would be with my friends, not my mom. It was a time that i really loved when i was little and i guess for a while now, i just dont really care for it anymore.

When voices of children are heard on the green,
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And everything else is still.
‘Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down,
And the dews of night arise;
Come, come, leave off play, and let us away,
Till the morning appears in the skies.’

‘No, no, let us play, for it is yet day,
And we cannot go to sleep;
Besides, in the sky the little birds fly,
And the hills are all covered with sheep.’
‘Well, well, go and play till the light fades away,
And then go home to bed.’
The little ones leaped, and shouted, and laughed,
And all the hills echoed.

I have three songs of innocence. The first is the backyard of my old house that i lived in till i was 7. I don’t ever remember being bored at that house-ever. My brother and i would literally spend hours on the swings, in the pool , and in the play house and in the sand box. There was nothing more we needed or wanted. Everything was good. this first song started turning green when my brother became a teenager and decided he would stop talking for a few years. Our interest naturally grew apart and we can’t share in imaginary adventures and hours doing nothing anymore.
The second is a specific moment in time, not so long ago, when one of my brand new friends told me who she liked, and i ,(being home schooled for the last two years)(no offense to home schooling it’s awesome!) offered to tell him for her. Up until that point the whole girl and guy thing had just been a game, like on the play ground in third grade. But when she made me swear i’d never tell a soul (and i didn’t), it became something serious that actually affected peoples lives and i became so aware of everyone around me.
The last is something i went through last year. When one of my friends told me about some not-nice things she’d had allegedly over heard (but now i’m not sure they were true) being said about me. He intentions were good, but the things they supposedly said got me thinking, and i slowly became very self conscious- i was scared to do anything that someone would not approve of and i worried about whether or not everyone liked me. It bothered me so much that i can’t even explain how bad it was, especially since i’d never cared what anyone thought anyone thought of me. Now i’m getting over i but i’ll never be quite as carefree as i used to be. and it will always bother me. Nothing gold can stay.

My song of innocence is my grandmother’s old house. My grandmother’s house is where all my child hood memories are. She lived in the same house for 19 years with my aunt uncle and cousins. It was the best house for kids; it had a great big yard, a nice deck to play on, a basketball rim and a big basement. She also had a garden which my dad would always prepare in the beginning of the summer for her. On holidays and on Sunday’s her house would be the place to be. Christmas was always the best. We all would do secret Santa and on Christmas all 7000 of us would gather in her small living room and open presents. Even on Halloween we would trick or treat around her neighbor hood. Every holiday would be my favorite as long as it was at her house. One of my favorite memories in that house is when all the kids would play tag around the house, and all the adults would get mad and say stop because we kept running through the house, but of course we never listened and went right on with our game. It also was a special house because it is right across from the church that I grew up going too. All my fun and memories came from my grandma’s old house.

My song of innocence would have to be when my family and i used to drive to Mexico for christmas break. The reason why I loved going to Mexico is because of all the fun we would have while we were driving especially my mom and I. My mom and I would play and sing Kenny Chesney and Clay Walker over and over again because we couldn’t stand my dad’s mexican music. We hated it! It sounded like Polka music. We also made fun of eachother. Everything we did we had to make a joke out of it! We used to cry, because we used to laugh so hard. Of course now i won’t ever have another chance doing this with my mom. But this is something when i was a kid that i will never forget.

My song of innocence is when my family took me to Florida to go to Disney. We only went once for my 13th birthday and it was the best being there. We will probably never go there again because it’s too expensive but I will always remember being there and seeing all kinds of new places and having a good time. I sometimes miss going there and I would like to go back. I still remember somethings from there but as the years go by and as I get older and older I will never forget going there.

My song of innocence would have to be the 1990’s. I remember all of the old tv shows and all of the fun that i used to have when i was little. i used to play outside everyday too. I had the hugest back yard and every day me and my friends from around the neighborhood would play Power Rangers. It used to be so much fun. Every night, the icecream truck would come around and we would all get some. Also, when the sprinklers came on i Woodcrest, we used to run in the house and put on our swimming trunks. I sure do miss those days in the ’90’s. they bring back a lot of memories for me.

My song of innocence would have to be at my grandmother’s house. From what i can rememember from being there life as i know it was so simple. There wasn’t a care in the world. I didn’t have to worry about when my next project was. What boy i wanted as my boyfriend or anything like that. Me and my brother used to have fun playing in sprinklers and trying to cook things. Now that i look back at it all i cant remember is having fun. I didn’t have to try and be happy, i just was. I would trade a whole month of the life I’m living now to go back for 1 hour and relive those days. The truth is I’ll never have that song of innocence back.

My song of innocence would have to be the summers I spent at my grandmother’s house. Every summer when I was a little girl my parents would drop me off there and I would stay until a week before I had to go back to school. When I was there I would have the best times and didn’t worry about a thing. Of course I’m a little girl anymore but I still enjoy going to my Grandma’s house. I can sit and talk to her about anything. She makes me feel safe and warm inside. Although I can’t make it to her house as much as I would like to but I could never foreget the great time and the amazing memories I had with her.

My Song of innocence would have to be my old tree house. When i was a kid i use to go hang out in it . When i was sad or angry. I would just hang out and find somethin to do i would build on it every time i visited my tree house. It represented innocence , and the good times when i was young and didnt have to worry about anything , I dont think ill ever have my song of innocence back.

This is my proof read version. !
I have three songs of innocence. The first is the backyard of my old house that I lived in till I was 7. I don’t ever remember being bored at that house-ever. My brother and I would literally spend hours on the swings, in the pool, and in the play house and in the sand box. There was nothing more we needed or wanted. Everything was good. This first song started turning green when my brother became a teenager and decided he would stop talking for a few years. Our interest naturally grew apart and we can’t share in imaginary adventures and hours doing nothing anymore.
The second is a specific moment in time, not so long ago, when one of my brand new friends told me who she liked, and I, (being home schooled for the last two years)(no offense to home schooling it’s awesome!) offered to tell him for her. Up until that point the whole girl and guy thing had just been a game, like on the play ground in third grade. But when she made me swear I’d never tell a soul (and I didn’t), it became something serious that actually affected peoples lives and I became so aware of everyone around me.
The last is something I went through last year. When one of my friends told me about some not-nice things she’d had allegedly over heard (but now I’m not sure they were true) being said about me. He intentions were good, but the things they supposedly said got me thinking, and I slowly became very self conscious- I was scared to do anything that someone would not approve of and I worried about whether or not everyone liked me. It bothered me so much that I can’t even explain how bad it was, especially since I’d never cared what anyone thought anyone thought of me. Now I’m getting over I but I’ll never be quite as carefree as I used to be. And it will always bother me. Nothing gold can stay.

My song of innocence would have to be my bus. When I was little I would always look forward to riding the bus. I remember in kindergarten I would all ways sing that song the wheels on the bus go round and round…. But as I got older I have figured out that the bus has started to lose its coolness. So it was about 7th grade I found that out. When I hit the eighth grade year is when I asked to get a ride from my parents. I took awhile to get it in there minds that I didn’t like the bus but they got over it. So the reason for this is because as you get older you want to drive and be cool. But when you cant do that you are stuck riding the bus and you hater it. So this is my song of innocence

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