The Good Old Days Not For Contest

Taking your sisters skates taring them apart nailing them to wood skating to the park Selling homing pigeons For fifty cents waiting for their return Then, selling them once again My first kiss not on the lips going steady for an hour breaking up under a tower, then looking for another kiss. Getting swats over a bench, my parents getting pissed, while my butt was in pain, that was not my wish, Listening in on a party line, laughing was such fun, Mildred could not tell, We knew Joe was under her spell Running though the halls chasing girls with tether balls, Valentine cards with, candy kisses we knew it all, Best Wishes!