Past Memories

As I look at this world we live in, I try to remember the way it used to be. The past comes back as memories, And in my mind, the past I clearly see. I remember growing up in the country Where our neighbors were like family. We would play hide-n-seek way past dark Hiding behind every pine tree! We didn't sit in front of a computer, Or post on "Facebook" what we were going to do We rolled up our jeans and we went outside, And rode our bikes through a mud-puddle or two! These are the memories embedded in my soul Friends made will always live in my heart. I will cherish the past that I lived, For, of me, it will always be a part!