Childhood

Matchbox cars,

Watching stars,

Bare feet in the grass,

Things of Summer play

For a child.

Catching frogs,

Pretending dogs,

Playing hide and seek,

It's the best way

For a child.

Building forts,

Bugs, all sorts,

Riding bikes in the drive,

What a lovely day

For a child.

Time slips by

And bonds that tie

To these sweet memories

When we were a child.

-Tracy Moore

-Just some thoughts, a mingling of my own memories and memories I see my youngest son making.  Feeling a bit nostalgic seeing his toys strewn in the yard.

I love the little treasure box - lying mouth open after having dispensed the cars from it's inside.  And what's more childhood than a Radio Flyer?  I miss those days.

*Tracy*