Childhood. There were no worries. There were no concerns. The world was your playground.
Money didn't exist. Plastic swimming pools and slip n slides in every back yard.
Watching cartoons on a Saturday morning the only reason for getting up.
Begging mom to take you to the mall.
Begging mom to spend her money on something for you that was wanted and not needed.
Staying up all night just to see if you could. And you never could.
There was no reality T.V. There was no internet.
There was only wiffle ball and action figures and jump ropes.
There was hide and seek and sleepovers.
There was tag and super soakers and and roller blading.
There were fun centers and birthday parties.
You invited everyone and their mom.
There were no bills. There were no taxes. There was no looking for jobs.
There was chalk and kickball and diving boards.
There were GI Joes and climbing trees.
There were forts and tree houses and sticking your face in the sprinklers.
There was being spoiled. There was mom making breakfast for you.
There were all those things. Where did they go?
What a somber feeling to know that when you were a kid, you knew growing would happen.
You knew that you would have to change your little kid ways.
You knew that when those days were over, all you would have were the memories.
We were lucky enough to have a childhood.
The best days of our lives.
Why couldn't they stay?
Why did the best times of our lives have to go?
Maybe because we can make new best times.
What other reason is there?