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As I sit and gaze into the heavens
Bathing in Gods spotlight
My pores exuding childhood memories
I reminisce of the good old days
Barefooted and carefree
Little child running wild
Summer breeze caressing my cheeks
Double Dutch and hop scotch
Red light, green light, yellow light, stop
You hide, I seek
I bet I can climb the highest in that tree
Lightning bugs and mosquito bites
Mother may I
Oh those were the good old days
Remember how we would get excited just to hear the ice cream man
Push-up pops and screwballs
Nutty buddies and Mickey mouse
But we better beat the street light
I’m not getting my own switch tonight
Oh those were the good old days
Remember how we use to watch Fat Albert and them on Saturday mornings
And how we couldn’t wait to see the road runner and the coyote kick up dust
I guess we better stop jumping in the bed
I think we getting a little too loud
Yall know mama in there watching Good Times
Oh those were the good old days
Remember when happy meals really made us happy
Kool aid really made us smile
Now that I think about it
Pretty much everything made us smile
Back then
Oh those were the good old days
by Christina Fayne
I’m really thankful I have those memories and very sad that my granddaughter won’t. My kids, well maybe the happy meals and jumping in the bed, but nothing else. It’s sad.
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