scraped knees
sack lunches
creek walkin in old shoes and socks
catchin crawfish
playin with frogs
beat the sun up and stay out till you hear your moms voice callin
through the woods
up to the fort it took you days to build
tree climbing
imagination working overtime
carving your name into the tree with daddy's pocketknife
running wild through corn fields
scared out of your mind because you just saw children of the corn
daring someone to touch the electric fence
all the summers at the campground where bugs were cool
the best of friends on the planet
sitting with mark in the field at night watching the stars shine and chewing a weed
waiting for the hayride at night on that old tractor with the old man driving
sometimes he would let us steer it
it was so simple back then
not having to worry
being able to trust anyone
didn't have to play just in the front yard or in sight of a parent
we were free to run and play
be kids
i wanted to be gi joe
or wonder woman
or a secret spy
sleeping in tents
true tomboy


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