Fun Days As A Child
Playing outside all day
Getting stains all over our shirts.
Wandering around town
Looking through the trash bins
Behind toy factories
For toys with only dents on them
Cashing them in for sweets
To take to our playhouse
Made in an apartment car storage area
Where we boosted each other up
To get to our stash.
Walking our two dachshunds to the beach
Where they dug big holes
And people always said
“Look how cute they are.”
Staying out in the ocean
Till our hands were so wrinkled
We thought we better go back
Or we would shrivel away.
Riding huge roller coasters
More than once
Without even thinking of getting sick.
Days in the park
Talking for hours
About how one day
We would all be millionaires
And really believed it.
Fun days as a child
To be remembered always
The not so fun days.
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