catching different sorts of insects
the feeling of Earth on your bare feet
feeling like a millionaire with any coin you find
the humid wind making your hair heavy
your height being level to an adults **** for years
some sort of sugary substance attached to my cheeks
hours of boredom, which we would **** for as adults
closeness with siblings,  never to be regained.
and if there were such thing as reincarnation,
would childhood summers be like this all over again?