The place of my childhood

I taste saltines of play dough.

I hear 9, 10, ready or not here I come!

I feel the furry carpet at grandma’s house.

I see little snow angels in the ground.

I smell fresh cut grass and chlorine.

I rub sticky glue on my hands.

I see booboo’s and scrapes on my knees.

I hear my tower of Lego’s crash to the floor.

I taste ice cream and Debbie cakes.

I feel plaster from my cousin’s cast.

I smell mommy’s perfume.

I hear the sound of power wheels and tricycles on gravel.

I taste liver the first and last time.

I see the birthdays and barbecues.

                                                   And last of all, I smell fried chicken