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I miss when....
I miss when....
When staying up till ten was late.
When the back yard could be an under water world, A time portal that could bring us back to
any date and time.
When we could dance in the middle of the supermarket.
When the light always had to be on.
When sticks and twigs could be guns and swords.
When the swimming pool could be a shark tank.
When we would spin in circles then run as fast as we could just to see the world upside down.
When the power puff girls was are favorite show.
When the swing set could be anything from an airplane to a horse.
When Barbie dolls and stuffed animals covered are entire room.
When we were hot babysitters that saved the world.
When we would write songs for each other.
When wearing makeup and looking good were the farthest things from are minds.
When everyday was the best day ever.
When we would spend hours trying to catch frogs in the backyard.
When the trampoline could be a tornado or a cloud.
When we built brick towers in the back yard for are dolls.
When we made a little resturant the back yard that only served dirt and twigs
When the playground was a sinking submarine.
When we would play Bert and Bert.
When we made mud people.
When we'd spend the entire summer outside.
When there was no such thing as time.
When we thought we could climb a mountain and eat the clouds away.
When we drew each other pictures.
When we would get balloons and yours always popped on the way home.
When I could always be my self and never even thought of being anything but.