Oh to be a child again:
When the pain of experiences didn’t strike so deep,
When constraints of time were only playtime’s worry,
When friendships were made fast with no doubts of integrity or intent,
When heartaches could be cured by an ice cream cone and a hug,
When the difficulties of life were multiplication tables and state projects,
When climbing upon the top of a fence post could be an hour’s best occupation.
August 20, 2011