Close your eyes as I sentence you to go back in time
To turn the clock backwards; won't coast you a single dime
All the way to days of catching fireflies and carrying lunchboxes
Being scared of monsters in the closet and building fort mattresses
When you made a best friend by sharing your blue crayon – the color of your skin didn't matter
When candy was everything you wanted to buy. And ice-cream was the ultimate answer
When nobody was prettier than mom, and nobody was cooler than dad
When she waited for you when you got home and you sat on his lap; nothing would ever go bad
When rainy days only meant we'll manage to do everything inside the classroom and continue to play
When chicken pox was entertaining, balloons made everything okay and we played with clay
When it was a big deal to go to an amusement park and finally get on the ‘Big Kid’ rides
When goodbye only meant until summer is over and no one left your side
When you sneaked up on your toys because ‘Toy Story’ was real
When you spent each day in the sun and everything was ideal
When mistakes were corrected by exclaiming 'do over' and everybody was a friend
When we all played together as one and there was no pretend
When decisions were made by going eeny-meeny-miney-moe
Never having a clue that we’ll soon say goodbye and it’ll be time to grow...
Those days weren't going to last
Huh... They passed by pretty fast
Days of wearing a blanket on your back thinking you could fly
Of tip-toeing around the house; turning to a spy
Days of wearing your mom's heels and pearls and acting like a queen
Of chasing each other in shopping malls and making a scene
Days of being afraid of the dark and pretending to be sick just to skip school
Of climbing trees, swinging on swings, and following playground rules
Days of bedtime stories and being tucked in bed
Of pretending to be a zombie and playing dead
Days of jump ropes, Nintendo games, and flipping coins to make everything fair
Of Hide & Seek, pillow fights and jumping up and down the stairs
Days of having a recess to run around and scream
Of no race issues; just one team
Days of not caring about what you wore; whether a size two or ten
Of being tired from playing, but we'd sleep only to wake up and play again
Days of ordering happy meals not for the food, but the toy; never worrying about weight
Of 10$ feeling like a million & another extra dollar is a miracle. When ten o’clock was considered late
Days of looking at the stars/clouds and imagining shapes, occupying an entire evening
Of no matter how bad your voice was, you weren't embarrassed to sing
Days of following ants and having a pet bug
Of camping in the backyard, and Barni was your drug
Days of melted chocolate all over our faces and still not caring who was watching
Of ‘Opposite Days’, checking who leaped more steps, "You're it" and racing
Days of cuss words being banned and you didn't have to be compared
Of having innocence and being treated equal. You were once heard
Remember those days?? Or have you forgotten that you weren't born yesterday??
Before having responsibilities and driving cars. Just simple cardboard spaceships, and the privilege to sit in the front seat
Before x-boxes, PlayStation2, or internet browsers. Before you made quick judgments, lied and cheated
Before changing ourselves to impress others and wearing make-up
Covering who we truly are, claiming that we have grown up
Before caring about sexism, classicism, or racism, and letting our ignorant society take over us
Being misled by social media; blinding us from the fact that we’re all the same and making a huge fuss
Before money and popularity controlled and took over - Being mean and acting like jerks because we think it’s cool
Mocking others because they're not the same as us. Abusing people; treating them as a tool…
Before all that… Days of our childhood – How I wish to go back
Enter a time machine and get back to that youth track
But time isn't on our side and we have to leave it all behind eventually
Yet learn from it… Gather that knowledge and better yourself… Childhood days are the cherry on top of this reality.