I still remember
living in the house on the hill,
older now I wonder if it sits there
There seemed to be so much fun there
to be had,
Childhood memories which were
happy not sad.
We had a sidewalk right at
the edge of our street,
Everyone of us kids
thought this was really neat.
could make our big hopscotch there,
our best so it would be nice and
At times jumping rope or playing
hide and seek,
You had to count to ten and
you should not peek.
There was imagination
used in our times at play,
And we could be
anyone we wanted on any day.
riding his trusty broom for a horse,
giving all the sound effects of
Hearing a whinny from their horse
here or there,
Soon sounds of a big gunfight
would fill the air.
Was it a doctor or
nurse we really wish to be,
pretend patients you could not see.
there something else we needed to do,
maybe take their pulse and temperature
Boy, those fun days were such a long
We all loved it especially when it
Getting down the hill sitting on
our school book,
Sometimes going so fast we
were afraid to look.
When we would get
home from school each day,
awaited before we went out to play.
days are now long gone and in the past,
do we have to grow up, why can’t it
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