I miss being a kid...

I miss being a kid.
The only color we knew of then lied within our boxes of Crayola;
The only war we spoke of included the tugging of a rope;
The only yelling done was caused by being tagged, followed by "You're it!";
The only fights were over cookies, and swords were used as props on Halloween;
The only guns we used squirted out water in the summer;
The only bombs were held on our imaginary ships when we played 'pirates';
Our only leader was followed while the rest sang "Following the Leader" like they did in Peter Pan
and we had a new one the next day.;
The only crime was reported in the journal our teachers used for snitches; 'the tattle tale list';
Our idea of justice had no bars, but that corner did get lonely for the 10 minutes we sat there;
And we had no idea there was truly anything wrong with the world.
 

Reviews

[JRB]

A transformation of innocence lost to maturity found,
Jan/Uisiom

[Wildecat]

If only the world was still like that. Nice write.

[Wondering Mind]

Yes, we all miss the innocence of childhood but, I believe that the child still rests dormant within all of us, one can only try and return to that innocence and cleanse the adulterations, every so often, without losing touch with the burdens/needs/wants/musts of the "real" part of life. A thought provoking write.