I remember,
when the most important event was my fake wedding.

I remember,
the refreshing feel of running through the sprinklers in the front lawn.

I remember,
the excitement when the ice cream truck came down the road.

I remember,
when I wasn’t held back by reality, but open with imagination.

I remember,
the energetic cul-de-sac barbeques where the children played all day.

I remember,
the warmth of summer down on us as we swam in the cooling pool.

I remember,
playing Cops and Robbers as we rode around on our bikes.

I remember,
tossing around the baseball with my dad.

I remember,
when the television was “magic.”

I remember,
when we would have sleepovers and we weren’t tired the next day.

I remember,
when having imaginary friends was natural.

I remember,
the glorious world that I lived in as a child.

I remember,
childhood.