Eight I was when the fun started out
at my favorite place and I still have no doubt.

Lemonade stands and water balloon fights
running through the sprinkler on those hot summer nights.

My childhood began with roasting marshmallows
and then every night laying on fresh cool pillows.

The sand feverish the water sleeping
some storm night when the sky is weeping.

The jelly spread sky shooting stars so bright
A giggling pillow fight and flashlights.

Waking up at the summer smelling air
right above me the scent of my brother’s hair.

The beach my sandbox the bay my pool
Mother Nature yawns, today is cool.

The dunes like mountains for walking up is hard
but when you reach the top you have gone so far.

So much to explore on those hills of laughter
I fly so high my friends running after.

I travel home to find a smell
it is barbequed chicken for I can tell.

Warmed apple pie with a scoop of ice cream on top
just one bite puts everything to a stop.

I splash water onto my face and travel to my bunk-bed
where magical dreams swim in my head.

Asleep is the sky asleep is the ground
inside my childhood playground.
 
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