Childhood is running through the sprinkler on a steamy summer day.
Childhood is riding your tricycle in circles thinking you're a race car.
Childhood is cuddling up to your favorite stuffed animals.
Childhood is climbing to the top of a tree and getting scared because you can't get down.
Childhood is loving to do wheelies in your stroller while some one pushes it.
Childhood is thinking you're so smart that you know everything in the world.
I love your poem! It is very well worded!
ReplyDeletei agree with Mary and I remember doing those same things!!
ReplyDeleteI remember doing the same things too!
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