{"id":57150,"date":"2019-06-23T07:22:48","date_gmt":"2019-06-23T11:22:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=57150"},"modified":"2019-06-25T09:53:35","modified_gmt":"2019-06-25T13:53:35","slug":"prompt23-carefree-days","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/prompt23-carefree-days\/","title":{"rendered":"Prompt#23 Carefree days"},"content":{"rendered":"<pre><em><strong>I came into this world with a bang.<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>\u00a0On a stormy Thursday afternoon, <\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0the trains stopped working, <\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 the roads were flooded,<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 I came into this world with <\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>5) the umbilical cord wrapped around my neck.<\/strong><\/em>\r\n\r\n<em><strong>I loved food.<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>\u00a0 \u00a0I still do, no one had to coax me to finish eating.<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>\u00a0 \u00a0 I loved eating mud,\u00a0<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0and drinking soda<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>10) stuffing my face with chocolates .<\/strong><\/em>\r\n\r\n<em><strong>I was a chatterbox<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>\u00a0 I still am\u00a0<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>\u00a0 \u00a0I loved swings and merry go rounds.\u00a0<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0oh I could never get enough...\u00a0<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>15) Hopscotch was my favorite.<\/strong><\/em>\r\n\r\n<em><strong>My favorite thing about my childhood<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>\u00a0my mother pampering me with cuddles\u00a0<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>\u00a0 \u00a0my grandfather smuggling the tasty goodies\u00a0<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>\u00a0 \u00a0 and sitting on his back as if I had\u00a0<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>20)set out to conquer the world.<\/strong><\/em>\r\n\r\n<em><strong>Nana rose was the best<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>\u00a0she let me be<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>\u00a0 \u00a0 she let me grow\u00a0<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0and explore.<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>25) never holding me back.<\/strong><\/em>\r\n\r\n<em><strong>These are some of the Precious things I hold dear.<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>Carefree running wild, full of laughter and uncomplicated childhood.\u00a0 \r\n\u00a0\u00a0<\/strong><\/em>\r\n\r\n<em><strong>-Janice Raquela Mendonca<\/strong><\/em><\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I came into this world with a bang. \u00a0On a stormy Thursday afternoon, \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0the trains stopped working, \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 the roads were flooded, \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 I came into this world with 5) the umbilical cord wrapped around my&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":897,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,2114,1136,5],"tags":[684],"class_list":["post-57150","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-announcement","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompts","tag-childhood"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/57150","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/897"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=57150"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/57150\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":58632,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/57150\/revisions\/58632"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=57150"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=57150"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=57150"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}