Remember when we were little?

Remember when we were little?
When we had crushes, not boyfriends,
And playdates, and recess, and no homework?
Remember when we called the mean girls brats, not b*****s;
When we didn’t have to worry about what we wore, because our moms picked it out for us,
And when Santa existed?
Remember when we didn’t starve ourselves to be “pretty,” and we didn’t care how we looked;
When shoes weren’t mandatory, and we could have spent the whole day at the playground?
Remember when high school, and college, and growing up seemed so far away it would never come;
When we made wishes, and believed in everything, and wanted to make people happy?
Remember when we all wanted to be singers and ballerinas and sports stars and astronauts; when we dreamt big and knew in our hearts it would come true.
And when pb&j was our favorite food, and we weren’t allowed to have soda after 7pm;
When $30 seemed like a million, and water guns were the best things around?
Remember when field day was the biggest event of the year,
And someone stealing your swing was a scandal?
Remember when all we wanted to be was older?
Remember when we were little?

Reviews

[Wake Up!]

I'll admit, when the page first loaded I was a little overwhelmed. Then I started reading and didn't want the poem to end. I like the way its written and the feeling it gives. A longing for the childhood we all rushed through. I'd give anything for those days to come by again.

[Hello, Goodbye]

With all the anxieties and menial mundane ball and chains that adulthood delivers.. I find myself longing for those days of freeness of mind and of an unburdened mind. I really like the way your poetic expression explores the notion of wanting for 'when we were little' with out adulterating it.. good stuff....