Memories

My age I don't have to say, you will know when you read the words of my favorite days. So long ago, now they seem, but I got to live, the American dream. The football games, and riding the bus, those were special, I loved them so much. Rolling yards, only people we liked, they were our favorites, a beautiful sight. Weekends were special, we could stay out late, playing cards, and just talking, for the ones that didn't have a date. Our curfew was eleven, now we better not be late, because on the porch with the light on, my parents did wait. Memories of the past, they'll live in my heart, these are such treasures, I love every part.