When I was young,
I believed I could fly
if I closed my eyes tight enough.
I rolled down hills
that sloped like mountains.
I rode my bike
til I thought the wheels would pop off.
When I was a kid,
I'd laugh til my sides hurt
or until milk came flying out of my nose.
My backyard was a campground,
my treehouse a mansion.
I'd dream big dreams,
where "Impossible" never played.
I am remembering it all
in this momentary flashback
Accredited to,
the delicious snack—
The McDonald's Happy Meal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Closing eyes light enough you have kept thought of flying and you have tried to materialize dream. Impossible becomes possible when you strongly take decision and work effectively. A happy memory is a beautifully penned excellent poem.10