Hit me hard, hit me right between the eyes..I wanna see the stars!
I would love to go back in time and run through the field of innocence and experience the many wonderful things I once did, time ago. The wind breezing through my hair, running through the pouring main, making mud pies and ice-cream stands with our bicycles upside down, riding our training wheels around the divider of the driveways with our pink over-sized helmets, playing basketball but having my dad or brother lower the net with an old broomstick, taking turns with the skip-it in the backyard, pushing the button to make the counter go up and saying "Look how many I did" Then mom saying "You pushed the button again!", Throwing the ball against the garage wall when there was no one to play catch with, making obstacle courses in the snow, skinned knees, busted lips, losing teeth, throwing the baseball against the pitch-back and having it coming right back for us to catch. Where did it all go? I don't have any time anymore. Maybe that is why I chose a job working with children, because a part of me doesn't want to grow up.