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Childhood Memories


when asked about childhood, i would probably say the adventures i had when i was six and seven on calm summer days like helping him sneak in when no one else was home then like a secretary i learned to answer the phone climbing every tree though i had bruises on each knee walking to the store when I was not allowed to open the door dancing in the sparkling rain with no shoes on running in the dark forest though it was forbidden like a fortress that needed exploring riding my bike past the big dog, with my head held high lying to get into big kids camp crying because ET frightened me eating sweet peeled apples, and taking midday naps and dreaming of far off places before i could spell the word distance back when watching the price is right with grandma was the bane of my young existence now I'm a little older, but i am still a child and i hope i can make the last years of childhood worthwhile.
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