Being a Child Again

Today we went for a country walk
Ended up in the children’s park
Tempted by the dangling swings
Soon we were swinging high doing our thing
Freedom to go back to childhood ways
How I remember those halcyon days
When we didn’t have a care in the world
And we were free to fly as high as a bird

Then I spied the water driven merry go round
Jumped on one of the horses a few inches off the ground
Round and round the horse went at a leisurely pace
I sat back and had a massive grin upon my face
Gushing water; which makes the wheel go round
Bought back so many memories it is an awesome sound
Freedom to think back to many a happy day
When my son was little and I’d take him there to play

The final treat for me was a little motorbike on a spring
Sitting there rocking to and fro it made my heart sing
Memories of a time we went on an early date
I still have a photo oh gosh I looked so great
My hair was blonde and curly I wore a top in pink
Today I was a child at heart whatever others may think
I look back and see I haven’t changed a lot
And I cherish all the memories I have got

Jan Allison
29th June 2014
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Belle Avatar
July 22, 2014 at 9:38 PM
What better way to ease the mind than to go back into wonderful childhood memories. I love it, Jan. Congrats. LoveLots, Ara
Allison Avatar
July 23, 2014 at 2:05 AM
Thanks again Arabelle for the lovely comment. Hugs Jan xx
Dome Avatar
July 4, 2014 at 5:30 AM
Oh Jan someone like myself at last, what a great way to reminisce. We should all play lie children once in a while. I truly enjoyed this excellent piece, jogged my memory back to my own childhood, what fun. more please!. What TV progs did you watch, what sweets did you love ect. wonderful. take care. Pete.
Allison Avatar
July 4, 2014 at 6:47 AM
My favourite TV prog when i was a kid was Robinson Crusoe which was always shown in the school holidays - you have to be of a certain age to remember it lol but i can still hear the music in my head. fave sweets definitely lions midget gems especially the black ones - still get them now lol. love pear drops cola cubes pineapple chunks black jacks and fruit salads ... the list is endless - never really grown up and its good to reminisce. Hugs Jan xxx
Carrillo Avatar
June 30, 2014 at 9:28 PM
This is a beautiful poem of child memories. Some of mine were sad, but I had some good ones too. Thanks for sharing.... Lucilla
Allison Avatar
July 1, 2014 at 12:54 AM
Thanks for the lovely comment Lucilla. Hugs as ever Jan xxx
Kiser Avatar
June 30, 2014 at 2:20 PM
What a wonderful memory.
Allison Avatar
June 30, 2014 at 2:36 PM
Yesterday at the park was incredible fun i laughed smiled and didn't have a care in the world just like a small child:-) Hugs Jan xxx
Smith Avatar
June 29, 2014 at 5:55 PM
Great times...I went down all the water slides with the kids last weekend . Today we played on the jungle gym at the park and then my youngest rode on my shoulders on the mile walk for ice cream... Thanks Jan Hugs Tim
Allison Avatar
June 29, 2014 at 6:07 PM
Great fun when you have kids with you Tim and it gives you happy memories but EVEN better when you are adults and you reminisce of how it used to be I couldn't stop smiling all the time we were there! Hugs as ever Jan xxxx
Nance Avatar
June 29, 2014 at 5:49 PM
what Fun!! Oh I loved this Jan, I'm the mama who climbs right in the play areas with my girl, or slides down the slides, keep making good memories :)
Allison Avatar
June 29, 2014 at 5:55 PM
It was wonderful fun Casarah have had a wonderful time this weekend just taking time out for ourselves - great fun and so therapeutic. Hugs as ever Jan xxx
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