Take me back to the good ole times, when we would be outside sunrise to sunset barefoot running in the dirt. The good ole times when falling out of a tree or off of a bike was our only form of hurt. The good ole times when we would be out all night crickets talking up a storm. Take me back to the good ole times, when every ten minutes you would hear the cars beep beep because, of the young smiling joyfully playing and, laughing faces would be filling up the streets of the neighborhood. I mean like sometimes twenty or more friends deep playing many different games from hopscotch, to double dutch, to red rover you name it. The good ole times when we didn't care about what someone had, their hair style, or the way they grin not even a little bit. Take me back to the good ole days when we loved because, of the love we have within . Take me back to the good ole days when we didn't care about the tone of the skin that our friend was in.Take me back to the good ole times, when we would be outside sunrise to sunset barefoot running in the dirt. The good ole times when falling out of a tree or off of a bike was our only form of hurt. The good ole times when we would be out all night crickets talking up a storm. Take me back to the good ole times, when every ten minutes you would hear the cars beep beep because, of the young smiling joyfully playing and, laughing faces would be filling up the streets of the neighborhood. I mean like sometimes twenty or more friends deep playing many different games from hopscotch, to double dutch, to red rover you name it. The good ole times when we didn't care about what someone had, their hair style, or the way they grin not even a little bit. Take me back to the good ole days when we loved because, of the love we have within . Take me back to the good ole days when we didn't care about the tone of the skin that our friend was in.