Childhood 

 

I am from the green grass, the peach and the apple trees

I am from the little red power wheels corvette.

From the empty horse pen where forts where built and the wood ramps that bicycles got rode off of.

I am from the Milky Way and other chocolate candy bars,
from the snowmobiles, go-carts, and motorcycles that I rode when I was a child.

I am from the bicycle and the lawnmowers I used when I was little.

I am from the deck and garage I built with my dad.

I am from the gravel I cut my side open on when I rolled the four-wheeler, from the horses I used to ride and the cats and dogs I had in the past.

I am from the waterfall and mini-lake that existed by my house, from the deer that would always be seen there.

I am from the white cold hills that sleds and snowboards rode down.