acorns imply it should be cooler

[masharra]

It's funny how small things can trigger a memory, all these acorns scattered on the driveway remind me of kicking them around across sidewalks walking home from school. My sister and I would gather up all the freshly fallen maple leaves and bury ourselves under piles of them. But in that case the acorns were uncomfortable. The parents would come outside to call us in for dinner and look around trying to find us. We'd be giggling under these leaves knowing we were about to jump out. The world used to seem so much bigger and possibilities endless. You could still be anything you wanted to be when you grew up. No one ever really told you how to become whatever that was, just left the notion that you could do whatever you wanted. Growing up sounded so exciting. But it was so much easier being a kid.

I used to tell my worries to the moon through my bedroom window. Seemed it had a more distinguishable face then than now or maybe I'm less imaginative. The moon was a good listener though. We've been out of touch.