Do you remember when life was simple and we didn't even have a care in the world.

Back when we were kids all we did was play sometimes cry when we didn't get our way.

I remember those days just like it was yesterday playing cops and robbers in the backyard.

Eating blackberries right off the bush and running around with no shoes on.

those were the good old Days. Poem By Shelby Kathleen Nightingale