As a child, I used to run.
Across golden fields in summer's heat.

As a child, I used to climb.
Crimson trees painted in Autumn's bliss.

As a child, I used to taste.
First snowflake born from winter's kiss.

As a child, I used to hope.
A start of a new year with spring's birth.

As a grown-up,
I did none of these.