I remember the good ol' days

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I remember the good ol' days

Karyn Indursky

 

I remember the good ol' days
when things were simple.

 

I remember the good ol' days
when a smile was fixated upon my face.

 

I remember the good ol' days
when nothing mattered beyond that day.

 

I remember the good ol' days
when going to Grammy's was like being with Mom.

 

I remember the good ol' days
when the pool was a ritual and ice cream solved all.

 

I remember the good ol' days
when I had a tan and whitish blonde hair and that was in.

 

I remember the good ol' days
when the biggest thing was playing handball during the adult swims.

 

I remember the good ol' days
when we played tag with swim towels.

 

I remember the good ol' days
when everybody fit in it as long as they were a kid.

 

I remember the good ol' days
when the park the best next thing to the pool and games.

 

I remember the good ol' days
when the creek was a "No. No.," but ever so much fun!

 

I remember the good ol' days
when climbing the tree was forbidden, but I'd sit on the branch day after day.

 

I remember the good ol' days
when after a cry, some stitches, a few scars, and brushing it all off everything was good all over again.

 

I remember the good ol' days
when TV was imperative.

 

I remember the good ol' days
when Mom paid for groceries, clothes, school supplies, etc.

 

I remember the good ol' days
when my relatives were almost always visiting and keeping in touch with me.

 

I remember the good ol' days
when everyone spent more time getting along than ridiculing and judging.

 

I remember the good ol' days
when I didn't realize the realities of the world and what it meant to be a mature adult.

 

I remember the good ol' days
when I was blessed with being a naive child.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written about some of my childhood memories and dedicated those who were a part of it.

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