When days were longer, brighter,
And Walt Disney ruled the cinema,
The Lion King, with Simba’s Pride,
Growing up seem impossible.
When playgrounds were ruled by
Tamagotchis and yoyos
6 AM every morning to watch Barney The Dinosaur,
And kids with the weird accents.
When Sunday’s were bath night,
‘I’ll get sucked down the drain! ’
Making snowmen with mothers Bubbles,
Only becoming revitalised as you step into those superman P’J’s
When shopping trips seemed so boring,
Only to become enlightened with a chocolate bar,
‘Stop your moaning! ’ she’d yell ‘People are looking! ’
‘But I want it! ! ! ’ you’d scream back twice as loud.
When kissing seemed so gross
And love was for sissies,
Muddy puddles you were most attracted to,
Though you’d blush at the Teachers younger helper.
When race, colour or religion didn’t matter,
And War was only a history lesson of 1914,
Alcohol was sampled in the smallest of all sips,
And drugs were merely nothing but a metaphor.
When you thought those days would never end,
Playing out front on your bright new bike,
You mother would call you in for dinner,
But that day out as a child, this poem and of course childhood,
Eventually came to an end.