something lost

The park filled with screams of laughter and of a most amazing joy, the kids running and playing, so full of innocence and love, no fear, they climb, they swing and then whoosh down the slide.

Stomping & stamping in puddles on the walk home from school, soaked to the bone, sliding down a muddy hill. Looking for lizards under rocks, bugs and butterflies & walking the dog.

Hide and seek, climbing high trees just to know how far you can see. Collecting shells and chasing the waves; splashing & Building sandcastles for everyone to see. Picking flowers and watching bee’s, falling down and grazing your knee.

Flying a kite and playing with toys, there is no real difference between girls and boys. Holding hands no thought or no care of what anyone else may think. Keeping frogs in the bathroom sink, your harshest words are “you stink”

Drawing and painting, counting to 10; so clever now you can sing your ABC’s. Carrot for Easter bunny, milk and cookie for Santa and don’t for get to leave some hay for Rudolf and his friends.

Scared of the dark or the boogieman, I do not like green eggs and ham, I do not like them Sam I am. Money for teeth, recycling drink cans for pocket money.

Riding your bike you’re faster than anything in the whole wide world, except for superman or maybe batman’s car. Making up stories that you can fly, crying and weeping when the goldfish dies.

Making mess and baking cakes, going to the milk bars for 25 cents worth of mixed lollies and sharing with mates. learning to whistle making mistakes, these are all things your encouraged to take on.

On and on until… can you do overtime!