Memories Of The Big Kids Swing

Memories of swinging on the big kids swing.
When the only cut was a slip of the feet and a small sting.
Memories of running in the play ground.
When no one ‘slept around’
Memories of the world being kind.
When we actually had faith in mankind.
Memories of skipping for the letter of your ‘boyfriends’ name.
When love was just some silly little game.
Memories of smiling and laughing.
When we didn’t even know the meaning of sobbing.
Memories of “no that’s my toy”.
When no fights were ever over a boy.
Memories of throwing tantrums.
When most of us adored our mums.
Memories of drinking coffee, and being really ‘grown up’.
When none of us were getting locked up.
Memories of sleeping in mums arms.
When we never had to watch out for some fella’s charms.
Memoires of running around the house and getting yelled at.
When baseball was the only time we’d think someone would use a baseball bat.
Memories of climbing the tree.
When everything seemed to be filled with glee.
Memories of swinging on the big kids swing.
When I never knew how much I would miss the little kids swing.