1.0PoohsDenhttps://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsdenVinithahttps://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/author/pooh_admin/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="gQ1a8cEQ3u"><a href="https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/f-friends/">F: Friends</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/f-friends/embed/#?secret=gQ1a8cEQ3u" width="600" height="338" title="“F: Friends” — PoohsDen" data-secret="gQ1a8cEQ3u" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js /* ]]> */ </script> Childhood memories without friends? How can that be? I had some awesome friends who got me into and out of trouble, who guided me in fashion and studies, helped me figure out my crushes and saved a seat next to them. It wasn’t idyllic but it was beautiful. Sadly, I am not close to any of my school friends (save a couple). We drifted apart and personally I find it difficult to reconnect. Maybe it is just me. Here’s one for my school friends I met you today Along hard wooden bench rows Grubby ink-stained hands   Initials on wood Pinkie promises, secrets Friendship bands to share   A black crow swoops low We moan and cross our fingers Oh the ignorance!   Classroom pranks galore Giggles, stares and secret codes Oh the innocence!   Slew of angry words Goodbye and I wish you hell The pains of teenage   Bittersweet reunion Oh the silliness of age Life evaporates   Brown leaves of time fall The paths we embark diverge Maybe we will never meet Come back tomorrow for G: Girls HShttp://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEg_HhjJ-Dg/VMacmPmHSeI/AAAAAAAARKE/8y52nLHJ9a0/s1600/F.jpg