My childhood was a dream.
Filled with monsters, mayhem, and magic,
And long sunny days
That lasted forever.
Playing cops and robbers,
Barbies,
House,
Playing, playing, playing.
Isn’t it ironic?
Back then we wanted to grow up.
When I was a kid,
My sister was my other half.
Like two peas in a pod,
We were never apart.
We fought,
We fell,
We failed,
We grew up.
Together.
I miss
The playground.
And falling asleep in one place,
Waking up in another.
And splishing, and splashing, and squealing,
Through puddles in the rain.
We were monkeys
Climbing and climbing
But never falling.
Ok.
We fell sometimes.
But at least we knew
That whenever we fell
There was always someone there to catch us.
I hope
My childhood sticks in my brain
Like gum in my hair,
That one time in first grade.
I hope
I never forget that Christmas,
When we made so many gingerbread men,
There was almost a million.
I hope
I never forget my friends.
Imaginary and real life,
My pet fishies,
Or the things that scared me.
They let me know how far I’ve come,
Cause I’m not scared of them anymore.
I hope
That my house doesn’t forget me
Cause I will never forget my home.
I did all my growing up there.
Though I guess
I’m still not done.
I wonder if
I ever will be.
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 1:42 AM UTC