"Riding bikes back and forth until sunset, feeling the road underneath my tires as I sailed down the hill, the hill that took guts and encouragement.
Sitting on the front porch steps licking a popsicle. I had cherry red lips and matching colored knees from scraping them up all day.
Swinging on the yellow swings in the backyard, and wondering if I could reach out and touch the sky if I just pumped a teensy bit harder.
Catching frogs and tadpoles in the swamp behind our house, and salamanders at the creek with Daddy.
Swimming for hours with Sissy, pretending to be mermaids living in the depths of the ocean.
Making forts for hours with old limbs and twine, and only coming inside when it got too dark to see anymore.
Tanned skin and naturally highlighted hair from the sun, the beauty of youth.
Sitting underneath my willow tree as the wind pushed my hair away from my face. Can see it so clearly it hurts... criss cross applesauce with my back to the sun, thinking, pondering, laughing, sobbing.
Nothing to tie us down, no clock to punch, no promises to keep, just innocence in it's purest form."
