As a child I played in the backyard naked
skipping with green crickets
giggling when rain tickled my nose
splashing in ***** mud puddles
imagining flying on fluffy clouds
inviting strangers to join in my happiness.
Then an adult yelled at me saying,
" crickets will bite you,
rain causes colds,
no one likes a ***** child,
people can't fly,
and strangers aren't to be trusted."
Adults don't always know the truth,
fifty- eight years later I am still a child.