Childhood

A time when we rarely cried

Except from a scrape on the knee

When story time was fun

And anything was possible as long as we believed.

A time when race didn't matter

Looks had no say

Everyone accepted each other

And looked forward to each day. 

A time when every booboo could go away

All you needed was mommys kiss

Hearts were never broken

You could be anything you wished.

A time when being high

Was the point you reached on a swing

Food brought to school partys weren't inspected

Incase of bad things.

A time when you didn't have to be great

Perfection wasn't a need

Friendship was true

Childhood, a thing we shouldn't have leaved.