I Miss the Innocence

I remember when hills were mountains,
And trusting everyone because lies didn't exist.

I remember dancing in the rain,
And when splashing in mud puddles
Was considered "having a good time."

I remember dreaming about what I'd be when I grew up,
And changing my mind at least once a week.

I remember when birthdays would seemingly never come,
And the excitment I'd feel when they finally did.

I remember learning to blow a bubble,
And riding a bicycle for the first time.

I remember yelling,"Higher, Daddy, higher!"
When he would push me on a swing,
And the disappointment I'd feel when he would stop.

I remember picking dandelions on Mother's Day,
And the proud grin on my face
When I'd present them to my mom.

I remember playing dress-up and house,
And thinking how intelligent I was
To be able to tie my own shoes.

I remember when my only important decision
Was "Milk or juice?"
And my only worry was if my best friend would be home.

I remember the laughter, smiles, and fun.
But mostly I remember the innocence.

And I miss it.

Copyright © 2001 by Shana Wilson

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