Childhood

Childhood....
It was the first thing that came to mind when I drove past all the places I knew.

I have grown,  you see. My bones have been pulled and my flesh stretched.  And I barely see the innocence in the world anymore, but I still see the beauty.

That's the thing... If I hadn't the world's innocence as a child I would have had the beauty of it now.

Or the kindness or the gratitude or the joy.

I would not smell spring and think of running through damp grass and the days without worry.

I would not think of old friends and small games.
Or summer days with sunburn.
Or when I lived for everyday and wonder filled me for the next.