When we're young we wish to be old
To be independent, no rules, no doing as we're told

We become fixated on what the future holds
We forget how free we feel
Swinging up high as we push our feet through the humid air

Out till dusk, smelling of the sweet summer air
Our hair full of bugs from rolling around on the green, grassy hill

Listening to the calm breeze
Climbing up trees, plucking the leaves
Running around playing hide and seek

Playing barbies with our sisters
Painting each others nails with glitter
Our tummys filled with laughter  

We slowly begin to lose our imagination
No more playing around for hours without technology  
The playground was our mission

The wonderful days spent outside with neighbors
Inventing our childhood games that are no longer present
As we get older our lives become so different

If only we had listened
That being a kid was such a privilege