Childhood is… feeling like the dreaded lift
was picking me up and throwing me onto the bus.
My pretty, precious, puppy was my favorite gift,
she never caused a great big fuss.

I remember…“Trotting on the rail” someone would crazily constantly call,
on a Wednesday, an abrasively arctic winter night.
I flipped down the head of the Guess Who character Paul,
this game was far better then flying an average animal kite.

Childhood is…My favorite red Greece-Pokemon bear was dressed in more red than a bright red
sunset. I finally had gotten my new wheelchair and it looked like a shining barbecue- monster under the bed star in the sky.
I hated when it was time to get in bed,
I didn’t want to dream that Chuck E. cheese was going to eat Em and I.

I remember…Swedish Fish were so tasty as they jumped around on my taste buds.
I used to be as tall as a shiny silver staple
We tossed many poppers and threw away the duds
on the Fourth of July. My life was so sweet it was like syrup from a Maple.