Childhood Bliss
Lost days of....
jumping in puddles,
making gourmet pies,
drinking water from the garden hose.
we rode our bikes everywhere
dairy treat knew us by our first names
streetlights were our curfew,
on weekends we explored-
no technology needed.
we were carefree to live
eating grandma's homemade cookies still hot,
sunbathing on towels in the backyard,
playing at the beach at cedar point.
we lived on Cherry Kool-Aid and adrenaline
home cooked meals at friend's houses-
where your parents were my parents.
these may be lost days,
but memories keep childhood spirits alive
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