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My childhood was an endless Texas summer  

With the windows rolled down

My family couldn’t afford to keep the AC running

The wind was our only ally in fighting July’s blistering heat

My childhood was running through sprinklers

And library book adventures

It was making home-made cookies

And eating cheap popsicles

My childhood was a picture of me,

A tall statement piece of a child with long, blonde curls

Chasing after an obese dog

Named Riley

My childhood is freckled with whispering older sisters

And my never ending longing to be older

So they would whisper secrets

Into me little ears too

My childhood was my mother’s green eyes

Peering at me from behind thick, to big glasses

Her voice was a comforting southern accent

Buried behind a romance novel

My childhood was playing hide and seek from my Father

Tip toeing around my house

Praying that his beer lulled him to sleep

Before he reached ten

My childhood was a tall glass of sweet tea

Left out over night

It has gone bad, but you can still taste how good it used to be

Your taste buds still tell you to spit out anyway

As a child, my childhood was a long hot Texas summer

But now that I’m older I’ve realized

That it was really a short and unpredictable Texas winter

Just as soon as the snow fell it’s melting off the trees

My childhood was a loving mother

Two beautiful older sisters

A father that didn’t care

And an imagination that could fill the ocean