Ellen Kang

Remember The Days

The only name calling we knew were shortie or booger eater.
When we only wore skirts to look cute and not to pick up boys.
When we thought kissing was icky.
When we thought girls and boys would give us cooties.
When our parents were one of our best friends.

When we dreamed of becoming a doctor, a singer or a fireman.
When the only race we knew was when we have to run our fastest.
When we used to play outside till the streetlights came on.
When we never heard of the word drug but only medicine.
When we got high by hanging upside down too long.

When we used to fight over a toy and not a stupid boy.
When we only used to cry of a boo boo not a broken heart.
When the only car we had were those eletric barbie jeeps.
When we never worried about what to wear the next day.
When our faces were clean and not covered in makeup.

When we were only addicted to candy and not weed.
When we knew we had no limit
When we didn’t care what the latest clothes or what a zero skateboard was
When we only loved and never hated
When we actually enjoyed going to Disneyland and taking pictures with Mickey Mouse and Minnie Mouse
The days when we used to dream of growing up.

Poem Submitted: Friday, December 26, 2008

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  • Ratnakar Mandlik (1/7/2016 10:09:00 PM)

    Sweet childish memoirs of one's being grown-up wonderfully portrayed along with childish notions. Enjoyed reading the beautifully penned poem. Thanks for sharing.10 points.

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  • Gregory Vest (1/7/2016 10:28:00 AM)

    Movingly expressed. I pray you find comfort.

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  • Sonny Rainshine (12/26/2008 10:58:00 AM)

    Yes, we look back on our childhood and wonder what's so good about growing up. It's a struggle to try to hold on to some of the innocence and goodness we claimed when we were kids. We spend a lifetime trying to get some of that goodness back. Nice poem.

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